04.01.10

It took a baffled outsider, my then new (now ex) husband, to open the family’s eyes to what we’d forever ignored: the rusted window locks, the soft spot on the porch deck, the pancake turner with the handle broken off, and so on.

Shelley Christiansen

04.01.10

It was raining hard, with not a hint of a breeze. The air was hot and heavy, feeling tropical and clammy as it settled on my skin.

Lorraine St. Pierre

04.01.10

I grew up in an old carriage house in an historic part of Marshfield. I remember as a child thinking back to what it must have been like with carriages in the rooms – like a car dealership with vehicles indoors.

Nicki Miller

09.01.16

For pure pulse-racing, adrenaline-surging angling mayhem, the narrow channel known as The Gut has no equal when false albacore or “Little Tunny” invade in late summer and early autumn.

Kib Bramhall

08.01.16

Can I just say right here and now that I am going to miss President Obama and his brand of low-key but relentless sanity.

Paul Schneider

08.01.16

Some call Oak Bluffs elite. The Colemans of Coleman Corners call it home.

Jocelyn Coleman Walton

08.01.16

Grandpa’s chowder was Rhode Island style – a clear, water-based broth loaded with onions, celery, potatoes, cracked pepper, just-harvested clams, and, to my mother’s chagrin, extra salt.

Alison Case

08.01.16

An August evening fills with light...

D.A.W.

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