To anyone who has ever asked me if they kept me up, to all of Matt and Hilary and Hannah’s friends, pretty much to anyone under the age of twenty-seven. Many of you knew Matt’s mom, my wife, Diane, and some did not. Diane and I grew up together. I consider my life before Diane […]
Ken Langer teaches music theory, lives in Maynard with his wife and daughter, and has written eighteen books on paganism. I met him at Sweet Bites, our local coffee shop. Ken usually stops between dropping his daughter off at daycare and driving to work. He typically sits alone with his laptop and his latest inspiration. […]
Karen’s Superman. She’s a well mannered professional during the day, but take her to a club with a live band and her inner Faye Dunaway appears. I know; I’ve seen it. She’s thin, slippery and attractive and her moves draw attention not shunned but played with like matador and bull. At The Lucky Dog in […]
“License and registration please.†“Here’s my license but my registration is in the back.†“Why?†“It’s with the manual and … .†“You know why I stopped you?†“I do.†“You roared away from the light.†“I know. I spent the morning at Sweet Bites drinking coffee and I have to pee. For emphasis I […]
“Adam told to write about the Ice Hotel and dipping into the frozen river with Marianne. He thinks I can develop a story that follows on one I’d already written about cold water swimming in Maine. Start there, weave into it last year’s obsession with White Pond, add a dash — am I mixing my […]
These are hum drum posts for being out of the business for so long, but it’s what I’ve got. I drove over to Newburyport the other morning and got there too early to wait in the beach for the sunrise. Blame in how late the sun rises this time of year. Here’s the best I’ve […]
We ( I should say they : Matt, Jen, Emma, Goose, Joe, Karen) painted the downstairs bathroom, my office, the kitchen and now the living room. Of all the colors, clearly, the living room is the riskiest. Four people corroborated on a color Matt chose, which is to say we all agreed. Now, it’s hard […]
You might think I’d say something about the election, but instead I’m posting this photo of Roland’s grave and his wife, Shirley, in the distance visiting over family members. I’d wanted to make this visit since he died over two years ago, and even tried once on my own, but it’s a big cemetery and […]
The photo below is a slightly altered version of this one posted on Goose’s blog.
Kate battled late afternoon traffic in New Hampshire to work on her college essay with Diane at our house. They sat at the kitchen table and blended active verbs and colorful adjectives to create a compelling narrative while I struggled not to “Pollack†our kitchen creating Diane’s weekly smoothie. As I listened to sentence juggling, […]
We had another one of those potluck dinners last night, this time at the Nadlers. There were too many people scattered through too many rooms for a group photo, so here’s a mini gallery . On the whole, (my apologies to Lorraine for the final frame) I think they’re pretty good candid images, but I […]
We had another one of those potluck dinners last night, this time at the Nadlers. There were too many people scattered through too many rooms for a group photo, so here’s a mini gallery . On the whole, (my apologies to Lorraine for the final frame) I think they’re pretty good candid images, but I […]