Category Archives: Martha’s Vineyard
Bite Back
In 1993, when I participated in the M.V. Land Bank’s first annual cross-island walk, people invariably asked me what cause it was raising money for. “No cause,” I said. “It’s just about walking with other people and learning more about … Continue reading
Detour
Yes indeed, the president and first family are here. They arrived yesterday. I’ve been saying for years that if you’ve seen one presidential visit, you’ve seen them all. This is not quite true. The first — by President Clinton in … Continue reading
Outings
In my last blog, I strongly implied that I rarely go out in summer. This week I’m making a liar of myself: having just got home from Spirituals Choir rehearsal, I’ve now been out five nights in a row. Liar, … Continue reading
Moth
When summer arrives, I put my blinders on. I stop reading bulletin boards and the newspaper event listings. My year-round Vineyard brain can’t take in that many options, and my year-round Vineyard income can’t afford them anyway. Last night, however, … Continue reading
July License Plate Report
Louisiana and Delaware have been duly purpled. I saw at least two different Louisianas and three different Delawares. With the exception of you-know-who, the rest of the AWOLs seem at least possible — but I can’t help remembering that I … Continue reading
Dangling Conversation
The dangling conversation has many variations. Here’s one: Summer resident: It couldn’t be easy, dealing with all these people all summer long. Year-round Vineyarder: Well, the traffic does get to me, and working three jobs when the kids are out … Continue reading
Sing All the Way
I was scheduled to participate in two performances on July 28, the fourth edition of “World of the Troubadours and Trobairitz” and the Spirituals Choir’s annual Della Hardman Day concert at East Chop Light. Lyme disease isn’t contagious and my … Continue reading
My Afternoon at the ER
Long time, no blog. Can’t blame it on work: two humongous editing jobs just arrived, but for the last couple of weeks “work” has been a less-than-arduous proofread. I’m blaming it on my left leg. A month ago my left … Continue reading
Hunter or Hunted?
When I write about psychic maps, it’s usually about Martha’s Vineyard, right? Well, yeah. This is where I live and this is what I choose to write about. One reason I choose to write about Martha’s Vineyard is that I … Continue reading
Whacked by an Owl
I got home from writers’ group a little after nine last night. The downstairs outside light was on, but both the deck and the apartment were dark. Getting out of the car, I couldn’t see Travvy but I knew he … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 