10.01.09

You are building a house. Or more likely, you are paying people to build it for you. These people are doing a tremendous job. Everything they’ve done on it is gorgeous. You can’t wait to live in it.

But you have to. Wait, I mean. For a long time. Because the terrible truth about building a house – and this is equally true of renovating, remodeling, or building an addition – is that it always takes longer than you think it will. No, that’s not the terrible truth. That’s just the truth, period.

Nicole Galland

09.01.09

When I was a teacher, sometimes all it took to start the day off right was to receive a written excuse from home regarding a recent absence or tardiness.One gray winter morning early in the year, Billy* came rushing into my classroom an hour late. He blushed as he handed me a note from his mother, grabbed his books, and hurried off to his math class. I opened the note written on a piece of Billy’s notebook paper, and read:

Shirley Mayhew

09.01.09

When I first set foot on the Vineyard, some twenty years ago, a feeling of aaah, home went through me, though I hadn’t ever been here.

Linda Black

09.01.09

Pond grasses glow a soft umber. Roadside milkweed is fat with juice. Nomadic geese have set up camp in Ocean Park. And visitors bearing packages have come a-tapping at my door.

“We’re leaving today.”

“Already? Awww.”

“I knooooww. It seems like summer just started.”

Shelley Christiansen

09.01.09

I am one of the crying mothers. On the first day of school, I let loose. But my sentimentality is becoming increasingly problematic, as my daughter, Maddy, is now a sixth grader. I find myself crying alone.

I recall last year we woke up extra early, even though her clothes had been laid out for days. I made pancakes, and we gave ourselves an additional five minutes of driving time.

Kate Feiffer

08.01.09

John Hough Jr.’s new novel Seen the Glory ties the Vineyard to the Civil War, providing insight into issues of that day for the nation and this island. An excerpt from chapter one follows.

08.01.09

Though we’ve settled on the Vineyard, many of us still feel like wash-ashores. As the daughter of a diplomat who moved around the world every year or two, feeling rooted is a challenge. Then, a few years ago in the Vineyard Gazette, I came across some lesser-known names of early settlers of the Vineyard and was surprised to see my husband Jeff’s surname: Wass.

Deborah K. Sillimanwass

08.01.09

I understand it’s August. Knowing you get inundated with letters in December, I thought perhaps you’d have some downtime now. It’s lovely here, and I don’t want to sound like I’m whining, but I’m a freckly redhead and my doctor says I should stay out of the sun. The problem is I don’t go to the beach until mid-afternoon and by then it’s almost impossible to get a parking spot.

Kate Feiffer

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