To Canada, on its special day

It borders on obsession, this “thing” I have for Canada. It’s no doubt rooted in childhood trips to my father’s home in western Maine, described to me then as “30 miles from the Canadian border.” For a kid who was passionately curious (still am), couldn’t get enough of maps and geography (still can’t), and yearned […]

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Thank you, Richard Russo

I remember a time when I’d sit with paperback in hand at the water’s edge for hours, on one of those low-slung sand chairs, the surf washing over my feet. No need for prescription sunglasses in those days! That time of lazy beach vacations has long since passed. Over the years we’ve become more attached […]

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Permission to lie around and read a book

I understand from my fellow-blogger Rosemarie that today, November 6, is already well designated in honor of nachos (hurray) and bison (hurray again). For me, however, it’s going to be Do-Nothing-Much-But-Finish-My-Book Day. When I get down to the last hundred pages or so of a book I’m really enjoying, all I want to do is […]

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