Changing Lives 10: My Own Back Yard

Changing Lives 10: My Own Back Yard

I had heard a couple of times that, on an upcoming weekend, the ferries to Georges Island would be free. There was a chance to see Fort Warren, wander about, start ticking items off that endless Boston to-do list. The boats depart from Long Wharf. Where exactly is...
Changing Lives 8: Welcome Home

Changing Lives 8: Welcome Home

A young cousin Helen paid me a supreme compliment this past January as I laid out my plans for moving from Aberdeen, Maryland, to Boston, Massachusetts. She was thrilled to hear that we’d be, for all intents and purposes, neighbors and she described me as “the fun...
Changing Lives 5: A Place For Everything

Changing Lives 5: A Place For Everything

I spent the night on brother Tim’s borrowed air mattress. Such a useful thing. Got cold though. Had just the one blanket and needed to fetch a pair of socks during the wee hours. Come morning I walked to the nearest Starbucks, over at the airport, for a latte and a...
Changing Lives 2: Doorbells

Changing Lives 2: Doorbells

Back somewhere around 1975, my boyfriend David gave me a Swiss Army knife. He made quite a big deal of its utility, and, honestly, he was right about that. He wasn’t right about much, but he was right about that. Phantom Peals Yesterday the doorbell, a bit of Ring...
Changing Lives 1: Out With The Old

Changing Lives 1: Out With The Old

No one asked me, but if they did, this is what I would say. “On your 50th birthday, stop collecting stuff. Immediately. Tell friends and family members that from here on in, you only want comestibles or donations made in your honor. No stuff. No tchotchkes. No...