Out Beyond Ideas of Right and Wrong There is a Field. I’ll Meet You There (Rumi) I cherish my collection of everything zebra, gained over the past few years: A piggy bank; a wooden one with straw mane and tail; another with ribbon-reins; a postcard photo of six zebras. I especially treasure the teeniest, the… Continue Reading
My first love, my first hero, my 86-year-old Dad died nine years ago this week. On a Tuesday, like so many days that summer, I drove him for a platelet transfusion to treat his terminal blood disorder. Who could tell it would be his last? He spiked a fever during the procedure, so I rushed him… Continue Reading
Here’s another of my Forecaster columns: I walk into French class. The teacher asks, “Quoi de neuf?” (“What’s new?”) This question aims to have us talk without notes, converse spontaneously. I cheat and plan, “I’ll talk about seeing ‘Mamma Mia Here I Go Again.’ How do you say ‘movie’?” I look it up and scribble notes,… Continue Reading
Here’s another of my Forecaster columns: “Effervescent.” My high school buddies printed that adjective under my senior picture in our 1967 yearbook. I more or less knew what it meant, something like zippy or peppy, which fit since I’d been a cheerleader for four years. Even last year at age 68, I popped out of my… Continue Reading
One bright summer morning with hundreds of drivers looking for “The Way Life Should Be,” I am headed south when I intend to go north. Why? Because, in Scarborough, I’ve ignored my cousin’s directions. She said, “From where you are, go north on Route 1 to pick up the turnpike to Westbrook. We can meet… Continue Reading
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