I was relieved to own something so solid, beautiful, and rooted in the past.
Building a house in Georgetown before college left me with an unexpected insight.
The process took longer than planned, but restoring my father’s prized canoe was a final act of love.
At the Jackman commencement, I may have been the only one wearing a sport coat.
- By: Ellen Goodman
Originally ran as “Markers amid life’s transience.” August 8, 2008, in the Boston Globe
These are the summer days when the island is overrun with gifts. The raspberries are still ripe, and the first of the blackberries have arrived bearing their sweet intimations of fall.
Food is there for the picking. To pass up this generosity would be a supreme act of ingratitude. So I head out this morning with my small bucket.