Susan Moeller
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I come today to sing the praises of the simple sweatshirt.
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Amid the greys and browns of Cape Cod’s winter landscape, there is often just one burst of bright color: the poop bombs.
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If you live on Cape Cod, you likely have sand in your car. And if you live on Cape Cod and don’t have sand in your car, I might question if you are really living life to its fullest.
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Cummiquid writer Susan Moeller knows what gifts she bought as far back as 1978.
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Cummiquid writer Susan Moeller talks about the thrill of trick or treating.
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Cummiquid writer Susan Moeller takes in poetry in the landscape
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Go ahead and say what you will about tackiness, cheap imports and imitation crafts, but for more than 50 years, Cape Codders and visitors alike depended on the closest “tree” for wrapping paper, Christmas lights, lampshades, beach towels, maple syrup, Cape Cod regalia, rainy-day picture puzzles, or a last-minute birthday gift for that kid across the street.
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Cummiquid writer Susan Moeller takes a rabbit hole trip to an earlier Cape Cod.
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Come winter, I want to live in the library.Imagine how cozy that would be! Spending a cold winter’s night exploring the tropics in the travel section.
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The beach is greedy.The surf eats the sand. The wind carves out the dunes. The tide sucks shoes, hats, and iPhones out to sea.