Monthly Archives: February 2014
Betty Ann Bryant (1938–1994)
It’s not true that you can find everything on the internet. Not long ago I went looking for Betty Ann Bryant. Betty Ann was one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. I dedicated my novel, The Mud of … Continue reading
Travvy Is Six!
In honor of Trav’s sixth birthday, I just reread my April 27, 2008, blog about meeting him for the first time at Masasyu Alaskan Malamutes in Canandaigua, New York. We spent our first night in a motel. A motel? With … Continue reading
Rhodry Remembered
Rhodry died on February 26, 2008. Travvy was born the very next day, though I didn’t know it till I met him almost two months later. Ever since, there’s come a two-day period between Candlemas and the spring equinox when … Continue reading
Overbooked
I do a little dog-sitting on the side. Mostly in the neighborhood. It’s not arduous. It gets me off my duff and away from the computer. What’s not to like? I’m in the middle of a three-week gig looking after … Continue reading
Red Sky at Morning
Sunrise this morning came in sunset colors. I knew it wasn’t sunset because my front door faces east and it was about 6:30 a.m. Red sky at morning Sailors take warning Hoo boy, sailors — forget about “take warning.” Run … Continue reading
Snow AGAIN?
Did I say the other day that the worst of winter wasn’t over at the end of December? It wasn’t. When I went to create a folder for photos of last night’s snowstorm, I realized I already had a folder … Continue reading
Ephemera
We had a wintry December on Martha’s Vineyard. Life gave me ice, so I got into ice diskology — unmolding the ice that froze in Travvy’s outside water dish and arranging the resulting disks on my little deck. I called … Continue reading
Community
“Community” marks Shirley Mayhew’s second appearance in this blog. The first, in September 2012, was “A Miracle.” (Go read it if you haven’t already. Reread it if you have. We’ll wait.) Shirley brought this piece to Cynthia Riggs’s Sunday night … Continue reading
Country Roads
I sometimes wax rhapsodic about the single-lane dirt roads of Martha’s Vineyard. True, they’re all very minor roads, sort of like long driveways that have acquired names and a place on island maps. But plenty of us live on them. … Continue reading
Oh No! Another Blog!
I just started a new blog: Write Through It: On Writing, Editing, and How to Keep Going. Come on over!
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 