Category Archives: Journal

We were in lovely Brooklin, Maine for ten consecutive, glorious days. There was writing, of course, but little work-work. More time was spent playing than anything. The Goldfinch Girl and I went swimming almost every day, either in the cove … Continue reading →

Brooklin, Maine was not a good place to see fireworks on the Fourth of July, but it was a superb location to watch fireflies. There were pyrotechnics in three nearby towns, but none were near enough to make it worth … Continue reading →

Many words have been written this week about the loss suffered this week by so many middle-aged kids who grew up in greater Boston. Rex Trailer rode off into the sunset for the last time. “Sad Day in Boomtown,” was … Continue reading →