Susan Moeller

Cummiquid writer Susan Moeller takes a rabbit hole trip to an earlier Cape Cod.

It started with the lupine.Last spring, I started taking the hound to Thompson’s Field, a 57-acre conservation area off Route 137 in East Harwich managed by the Harwich Conservation Trust.

The hound has gifted me a new image of hope. And it looks like an otter.

Where do you seek the soul of Cape Cod? The pounding surf on the Outer Cape? The stalwart beacon of Coast Guard Light? The broad stretch of the Great Marsh?

We all mark time in different ways. For me, it’s the dry cleaner.I have been dropping off clothes to the same dry cleaner in Hyannis since a week or so after I moved here fulltime in 1974 – that’s 50 years ago.

I come today to sing the praises of the simple sweatshirt.

Amid the greys and browns of Cape Cod’s winter landscape, there is often just one burst of bright color: the poop bombs.

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.

Cummiquid writer Susan Moeller knows what gifts she bought as far back as 1978.

Cummiquid writer Susan Moeller talks about the thrill of trick or treating.