A young cousin Helen paid me a supreme compliment this past January as I laid…
Family Stories 1: Witches, Part One
I’ve been called a witch often enough. Most of the time, I think what meant the word that started with a “b,” although the word makes no difference to me or my sense of self-esteem. It certainly made a difference my 7th great-grand-dad, Samuel Wardwell (1643-1692),...
Changing Lives 16: Social Life With Dogs
People with dogs in the family lead fairly regular lives. Even more than the need to get to work and school on time, to show up at medical appointments, and get dinner underway at a decent hour, we are governed by the routines of pet bladders and bowels. Even the most...
Changing Lives 15: Changing Supermarkets
The nearest supermarket to me is the Shaw’s on Border Street in East Boston. I figured it’d be fine; I relied on a Shaw’s when I lived in Merrimack, New Hampshire, in the 1990s. And there was a certain convenience that the same shopping area included a Kappy’s and a...
Changing Lives 14: Walking Everywhere
Brophy Park up at the corner is Grand Central Station between six-thirty and seven-thirty in the morning and eight and nine in the evening. Prime time for dog walkies. That’s our schedule too. In general I try to make each walk a little different, and that’s easy...