Category Archives: dogs
Head to Tail Wellness
If you’ve just gotten a dog, the sheer volume of information out there is daunting: books, DVDs, and websites about choosing a dog, raising a puppy, training methods, behavior problems, grooming, nutrition, dog sports . . . Where to start, … Continue reading
Farmer Kills Dog
The last few weeks I’ve had my nose to the grindstone, or rather my eyes on the laptop screen and my fingers near the keyboard, so I didn’t pick up on this story till 11 days after it happened. I’ve … Continue reading
Family
OK, I’ve got three blog posts started but not finished. The usual excuse: deadlines, imminent and impending. One of the three is met, the second is almost, the third is still two weeks off. Rather than finish one of the … Continue reading
Rallying Up North
Last weekend Travvy and I headed north for a Rally obedience trial in Raymond, New Hampshire. Raymond is due east of Manchester, a three-hour drive from Woods Hole. Like most Rally trials, this one was hosted by a local training … Continue reading
Meet Mr. January
Last April I got a call from photographer Lisa Bibko-Vanderhoop. I didn’t know Lisa, but I did know that she produces the Vineyard Seadogs calendar. Turns out that was what she wanted to talk about. She’d been wanting a northern-breed … Continue reading
Camp N Packin’
Getting off-island on a holiday weekend is all good, and when you’re going to Camp N Pack it’s even better. This is last weekend we’re talking about, Columbus Day weekend, the real end of “the season” and the time when … Continue reading
Nothing Happening
A while back (was it already a month ago??), I expressed some reservations about “laureation,” specifically the proliferation of poets laureate on Martha’s Vineyard. Lee Mccormack had just given his inaugural reading as Martha’s Vineyard’s first poet laureate. Lee is … Continue reading
Insularity
When I moved from Washington, D.C., to Martha’s Vineyard in 1985 — just for a year, mind you — I expected some culture shock. D.C. is a big city. In the mid-1980s, more than three-quarters of the population was black. … Continue reading
In the Midst of Life
My blog posts usually start with a kernel, a seed, something nagging at the back of my mind. Words coalesce around the irritant, and though pearls rarely result, insight often does. At least the irritant becomes less irritating. Since the … Continue reading
Young Sea Gull
A recent Tompost on TheTomPostPile (a must for anyone who wants to see and hear more about Martha’s Vineyard), “We Meet Death on the Beach,” reminded me of a poem I wrote in October 1985, just a few months after … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 