Far Away Memories

One of my earliest memories is the smell of Indian food and the taste of cardamom pods. When I was three or four years old, my parents were invited to dinner at the home of the Indian couple who lived in the apartment below ours. I remember, very clearly, the sounds of grown-up conversation mixed... Continue Reading →

Bird Watching

He was walking his dog along the edge of the grass, carefully and quietly — like one does in this place. I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I talked softly to an old friend. Her birthday would have been Sunday. I brought her pink geraniums, which I set down next... Continue Reading →

The Great Cape Escape: A Celebration

11:00 p.m., Friday Today, my friend Mary Anne joined me to celebrate her birthday here on the Cape. We agreed to a trek up the coast, along the National Seashore. When a Park Ranger told us about the whales and dolphins seen at Race Point Beach, we knew our day would include a trip to... Continue Reading →

The Great Cape Escape: Back to Life

Friday, 9:00 a.m. Walking down the beaches this week, I had been disappointed to see the carcasses of numerous animals — sea gulls, shore birds, horseshoe crabs. Was it the recent storms? The ferocious winds? “It’s common,” the Ranger at the Monomoy National Wildlife Refuge reassured me. “Creatures die and get washed ashore often.” But... Continue Reading →

The Great Cape Escape: All Good Things

Wednesday, 7:10 p.m. It was a chilly evening on the Cape, and the wind buffeted the southern-facing windows long into the night. But the release of the day — and of the routine — kept me burrowed under covers and soundly sleeping until morning. I was awake before 7, just after daybreak, and enjoyed what... Continue Reading →

The Great Cape Escape: A Message

And then there was a message. I suspected there would be one; there always is…by the water. At the massage center on my first day, a small deck of angel cards beckoned visitors: Take One. “Vision,” mine read. “This can’t be for me,” I thought. I always doubt my messages when they first arrive. But... Continue Reading →

Life is Good?

At 4:30 on Tuesday, I stole out of the local package store with a bottle of wine in a paper sack and a lottery ticket. While it’s not quite as seedy as it sounds — leftover Fettuccine Bolognese demanded a nice Merlot, and friend and I are scheming a great escape — I still found... Continue Reading →

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