Big hair, MTV and mothering babies. That’s what the 80’s were to me. And then came a move to the country, a first marriage ended and a new love was found. It was a time for community, for creating our own celebrations, for home-made, home-schooled and the harmonic convergence. We learned to grow and preserve [...]
I’m working on St. Patrick’s Day (supporting an adult with disabilities), so the extent of my celebratory wearing of green will likely be the two green wristbands from the two bands I saw perform this weekend. I earned the first one Friday night at Dogtown Roadhouse where I heard Paleface perform and fantasized them singing [...]
Did I drink too much beer? There was a winter draft with cinnamon, beer with blueberries and dark beer mix with a top as creamy as Guinness. The band setting up was called the Syd Slack Elastic Waist Band. Someone actually flirted with me and there were green spots floating all over the bar. See [...]
AKA: Can You Understand These Boston Accents?
AKA: A Thanksgiving Warm-up I wish I had gotten a picture of the winter coat fashion show my sisters and I put on in the living room or one of my brother Joey’s meatloaf with roasted brussel sprouts and potatoes. Scratch tickets have always been a part of Sunday dinners at my mother’s house. Nobody won the [...]
Kids on the sidewalk skipping to the school bus with backpacks and lunch pails swinging. Soup bones simmering on the stove where a tea kettle lightly whistles. Ellen DeGeneres on TV in the living room where my mother is resting. Anxious cat sprints across the kitchen floor interrupting my stocking footed step. Workmen scale the roof [...]
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The beach at sunset is the Louvre of nature A Sistine Chapel of sky A Maxfield Parrish of pink-lined clouds over a Timothy Leary of tide The beach at sunset is a great romance of Mona Lisa moon and Van Gogh sun Where Lovers stroll and paddle surfers sweep the deep end of ocean Painting [...]
While everyone in Floyd was jubileeing to the town’s second annual Jubilee celebration, reading poetry at the third Saturday Spoken Word Open Mic, celebrating The Floyd Country Store’s 100 year anniversary or the Dogtgown Pizza Roadhouse’s Grand Opening, I was crashing a party for the class of 1967 (the class above mine with [...]
“The ghosts are here,” I say to myself as I drive through the village of this typical New England beach town I grew up in. Then the truth comes: I am the ghost. I am the ghost haunting my past, as I slowly drive by where our family house used to be before it was taken [...]
I walk along Beach Ave after my mother has gone to bed and fantasize smaller houses for her to live in. Looking out onto the stretch of ocean, horizon, and sky, I’m reminded that no matter how much activity, chaos, or clutter you have in your life, at the ocean you can have a clean [...]
The houses along Nantasket Ave glow with the fire of sunset. The city of Boston sits at the end of the road like a pot of gold in the distance. Today I got a bed railing for my mother from the Lyons Club and two little girls from the neighborhood entertained us by step dancing on my mother’s [...]
Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change but the essence remains the same. Every wondrous sight will vanish. Every sweet word will fade. But do not be disheartened. The source they come from is eternal. ~ Rumi It’s the practice of accepting impermanence that allows me to drop [...]
1. Hometown Colors 2. Glad for Gloriosa Club Med 3. Diving Board Disco (video HERE.) 4. A New Josh in Town 5. Say Cheese
There was a rumor that went around amongst Hull kids growing up in the 50’s – or maybe it was just in my family – that if you put your finger in one of the horses mouths on the Paragon Park Merry-go-round snakes would come out and bite you. I was about four years old [...]
Easter at my Nana’s House 1957: Me, Sherry, Kathy, Danny, Johnny, Jimmy (baby Joey was probably with my mom nursing), and Bobby and Tricia weren’t born yet. Happy Easter to all!
My hometown of Hull, Massachusetts, is lucky that Mark Wahlberg’s brother Paul chose it as the location for his restaurant, “Bridgeman’s.” And I was lucky to have had the occasion to eat there twice during the ten days I was visiting my family. The first occasion was a birthday dinner party for my sister Tricia’s [...]
What can top a Boston Swan Boat Ride? How about an all you can eat Lobster dinner? This one was caught and is being cooked by my fisherman brother Johnny. John thinks the green tomalley (liver) is the best part. “What are these little red things? Are they eggs? I thought caviar was black,” I [...]
