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Marianna, This One is For You

Speaking of “the best,” I would like to write a few words about Marianna Lynch.

In A Backwards Glance, Edith Wharton quoted Henry James: “Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” Read more…

Cottage HOME

There’s something about living in a cottage. Maybe it’s because small, cozy spaces give such a feeling of comfort and safety. Read more…

Our Cape Journeys

Cape Cod and the Islands are the kinds of places where chance encounters—someone you meet on a beach, a person who smiles at you in a restaurant, a trip to Provincetown, a ferry boat ride to the Islands—can end up determining the path of your life forever.  Read more…

You live on the Cape… year ’round?

This is a sign that hangs on my office wall, given to me by a good friend who has a wonderful sense of humor and, as a native Cape Codder, has heard this question from far too many people in her life. Read more…

Spring Alive

Winter seemed especially challenging this year, with numerous nasty storms battering our shores, reminding us all that Mother Nature can be brutal on Cape Cod and the Islands. As I write this, we are recovering from February’s “Winter-cane” Nemo, which lashed the Cape from stem to stern, leaving thousands without power for days on end underneath more than a foot of heavy snow. At our house in Centerville, we huddled around a wood stove for three days, grateful for some heat, but marveling at what the challenges of daily life on the Cape must have been before electricity and central heating.  Read more…

Gunkholing

"It is Only With the Heart that One Can See Rightly; What is Essential is Invisible to the Eye"

If you think about it, when we go on vacation, we realize how little we really need on a material level. Time spent needing little on the outside provides opportunity to consider on a more personal level—say, an internal level—how much or how little we really need. Quiet time puts us in touch with ourselves, further enabling us to be in touch with others. What really comes between people is not space and time so much as a lack of space and time to be in touch with ourselves. And when we are strangers to ourselves, we are strangers to others. Read more…

117,366 Words or Less

Once again, we have a terrific edition of the Cape Cod Life Annual Guide for you to keep close by, all year round. And in the pages that follow, you’ll find some 17,074 words devoted to 18 interviews with folks that call our special region home. Each of these stories is the product of a one-, two-, sometimes three-hour-long conversation, reduced to the essentials. Just before we went to press, I tallied up the length of the unedited transcripts, and I shuddered at the total: 117,366 words. There are plenty of novels that don’t reach that length. Read more…

HOME Inspiration

We remodeled our kitchen a few months ago. Our kitchen project wasn’t a complete overhaul by any means—we wanted to keep a lot of the original cabinetry and the somewhat haphazard architectural details of the kitchen, which was built sometime before 1920. Read more…

Glad I Listen to Our Barber

Five minutes from our home as part of Cataumet Crossing, where our son Max, now 15, works summers, sits Michael’s Barber Shop. A few years ago, Mike Flemming bought the business from Wayne Fredrick, a popular and very respected barber and stylist. Like Wayne before him, Mike is very personable and makes friends with you and your whole family. When I am there, Mike picks up the conversation where we left off last time, usually following the exploits of my sons, Max, and Josh, now 18. It is not just small talk: he is sincerely interested and you can feel it. Read more…

Winter Light

It is the first day of October as I write this—a glorious Cape Cod day with a bluebird sky lit by autumnal light with a strong southwest wind tossing the treetops around like ocean-bound clipper ship sails. Summer has finally left us, although there are still days when you can sit in sunny spots and pretend that it is August; believe you can still wear shorts and flip-flops; and if you are hungry, imagine hitting The Barnacle on Craigville Beach for some hot fried clams. Read more…

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