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The red salt pig arrived. I’d ordered it for my husband for Christmas, but he opened the Amazon box and saw it, miraculously unbroken, chucked in there with some nuts and bolts and wood polish. My order had gotten jumbled up with his.
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My wife, Shelley, and I were walking down West Falmouth Highway a few days ago when we noticed a rainbow flag sailing high atop the flagpole by one of our favorite houses.
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Writer Nancy Aronie has been thinking recently about pronouns, gender, and especially change.
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Discovering an engorged tick on your body while taking a shower is the Martha’s Vineyard version of the shower scene in Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho.The one…
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There are sounds I associate with life on Martha’s Vineyard. The cry of a gull. The crash of the surf. A plaintive fog horn echoing in the night. But…
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We’re all in this together. Yeah yeah yeah. I know all about it. In the middle of our zoom writers’ group meeting the other night, my friend, Suzanne,…
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In these days of the once unimaginable, imagine for a moment that social media and press releases posted to websites were the only sources of local news…
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There doesn’t seem to any good time to receive a phone call where someone is asking you for money. While these calls can be annoying Nelson Sigelman from…