Our first note of thanks must go to you, dear readers. Without our subscribers and all who buy the magazine on newsstands or read it in doctors’ offices, libraries, businesses, or as hand-me-downs, there’s no way we could have reached this twenty-five-year milestone.
Nicki Miller
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
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
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
