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Gratitude for My Father
My father’s birthday was last week. He has been gone for 25 years—from Earth, that is, but not from my mind or my heart. He is as clear to me as the last time I spoke to him, the night … Continue reading
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Tagged #family, #lossofparent, dad, daughter, father, good parent, how to be a good person, learnings, life, loss of parent, love, parent, teachings, writing
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It’s Never Too Late to Be What You Might Have Been
“It’s Never Too Late to Be What You Might Have Been” I’ve embraced this quote by George Eliot since my twenties, using it as a carrot to keep propelling me forward. I’ve worked in Human Resources in Corporate America, successfully, … Continue reading
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Tagged "largest ball of twine, blaze orange, Books, cozy mystery, dreamer, dreams, george eliot, HR, HR Director, Human Resources, jung, level best books, life, life dreams, life goals, Maine author, Maine mystery, mel robbins, mental-health, midcoast maine, mystery series, mystery writer, never too late, self-motivation, SHRM, writer's life, writing
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How My Mother Spent Her Day
This was written on a Saturday this past winter when it was 12 degrees in Maine….and we did not have enough snow to even bundle up for a quick snow mobile ride in the yard or to sled down our … Continue reading
Posted in childhood
Tagged #mother, 1970s, childhood, growing up in the '70's, mother's day
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Looking for Luna
There once was a man who owned a wooden sailboat named Luna. Luna wasn’t the first sailboat he owned, but it was the first wooden one. A 1949 Mermaid sloop built on Mt. Desert Island in Maine by E. Farnham … Continue reading
Posted in Sailing
Tagged apprentice shop, downeast, father, father son relationship, maine, Maine boat building, sailboat, son, wooden boats, wooden sailboat
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Digging to China, or How Geology Class Almost Ruined My Childhood
Growing up in small New England town, I had an idyllic childhood. Small town festivities, quiet roads, and best of all, knowing my neighbors. One became a good friend, Charley. He was two years older than me and game for … Continue reading
When you live in Vacationland, where do you go on vacation?
This past June someone asked me where we were going on vacation this year. With “vacationland” embossed on my license plate, to me, I’m already there. Now, I hesitate to write this article because I’m like many others up here … Continue reading
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Tagged beach, boating, coastalriverpreserves, gulfofmaine, maine, pemaquid, puffins, vacation, vacationland
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Beach Rights and Other Misconceptions
We’ve rounded the corner on winter, and my thoughts are already thinking of the beach! These thoughts have reminded me of notes I took back one hot July Saturday last year. We had just selected our spot on the sand—we … Continue reading
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Pemaquid Oysters, Mary Berry, and Moving to Maine.
Last year, the pandemic year, was a year for many of us to try new things. We had the time, from either a lockdown or a layoff, or both. I just don’t mean the shock of wearing a mask into … Continue reading
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Tagged bebrave, bravery, britishbaking, chowder, clams, clarkfrasier, fisherman, happynewyear, happynewyear2021, jasperwhite, lobsterathome, lobsters, maine, markgaier, maryberry, midcoast, mussels, ogunquit, oysters, pandemic, pandemic2020, pemaquid
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This Isn’t the First Tough Christmas
Remember, this isn’t the first Christmas that is hard. My father sent this Christmas card to my mother in 1945. The good news was that he was on his way back home in one piece after being stationed in an … Continue reading
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