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
The woman standing behind me in the checkout line at Cronig’s Market looked so familiar. I knew her from somewhere, but which somewhere? An office in Edgartown? Conroy’s pharmacy? An Aquinnah party?
Niki Patton
It wasn’t until I was sitting at the first meeting of the third women’s book group I belong to that I felt a pang of embarrassment.
Kim Heath
As I picked at an ancient crumb stuck down the crack between planks of the table we had recently acquired, I realized why I had been so unsure about bringing home this family heirloom.
Margaret Knight
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.
Nicole Galland
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.
Shirley Mayhew
Vineyard vacations for those who live on the Island.
Linda Black
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.
Shelley Christiansen
