Green as far as you can see, or at least that’s the feeling I get every time I pass along the causeway connecting Pocasset and Wings Neck, a spit of land jutting out just south of the Cape Cod Canal, and a place our family’s been fortunate enough to spend…

The Hardy Boat leaves New Harbor at nine in the morning all summer long. Mary and I arrive at the parking lot up the hill from Shaw’s at eight thirty as instructed, hand a teenager the twenty dollars needed to park for the day. …

Ben calls just about every day, during his commute to a job he’s had for almost two years. It’s a five-minute commute so our conversations are short, but that’s OK. We love the touches. “I was just talking to Jackie,” he says. “She’s going to a Morgan Wallen concert in…

Mary and I are taking care of a dog, actually two dogs. Ours, and our friends’ who live down the street. We like to say Lola’s got a boyfriend. She had two, but one died, suddenly, of a heart attack while hanging out with Lola if you can believe it…

The book sneaks up on me, like the person you recognize from across the room but aren’t quite sure you know. These Precious Days by Ann Patchett. I’ve not read her novels, but the writing’s familiar, so much so I think maybe I’ve read this collection of essays before. This…

TEXT ME! is printed on the large screen right in front of us, just below a portrait of the man we’re here to see. These two words along with a phone number, his number. “What do you think?” Mary asks. “He’s still cute.” “Yes, absolutely,” my response. And so she…

Today I need the blank page with nothing more than the promise of the words I don’t yet know will come. This as I navigate a world oscillating between frustration and hope, thinking I can choose one over the other, more often left to one of them choosing me. On…

Last night, a horse saved me. Not just any horse, but the most unlikely horse, Rich Strike, winner of the 2022 Kentucky Derby, late entry, dead last out of the gate. And yet… “Who’s in for the Derby?” John texted a mere fifteen minutes before post attaching a link to…

Yesterday I created an avatar, not my first, a current representation of present and future self. Actually, I created three. Used Ready Player because someone who knows what they’re talking about suggested I do. “The rest of the team used it to create theirs,” my colleague says, so I do…