Robert Knowles Slaven, Jr. was a man of the type you hope is real but seldom have the honor to meet. … More With Profound Gratitude: Captain Bob Slaven
How Can the Heart Forget was the first Emilie Loring book I read, and I’ve been a little nervous to write about it here, because it’s one of the partially ghostwritten books. As a group, they represent Emilie poorly, because, simply, she didn’t write them. But this one is special to me. It was the … More How Can the Heart Forget?
Emilie Loring lived through some of the same challenges that we face now, in duplicate. Her approach was intentional. … More Why We Need Emilie Loring Right Now
Every year, near the Fourth of July, Emilie Loring left steamy Boston for the cool coastline of Maine. If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know that I go there each year, too. But the pandemic has changed things, and rather than get too sad about cancelling my cottage this year, I … More Yes, We Can Go to Maine!
The weight of composition now lifted, the fun of Emilie Loring’s biography has returned. Bits of fascinating things keep bubbling up in my thoughts, so with snow on the ground outside and a steaming, Emilie Loring mug of extra-foamy latté at hand, let’s see what bubbles up today. This is the Park Theater in Boston. … More Fascinating Bubbles of History
Take a few moments for yourself, and enjoy Emilie Loring’s memories of Christmas Eve on Beacon Hill in the 1930s. “Christmas Eve on Beacon Hill! Was there a lovelier sight in the world, Julie wondered? “Candles in every window and a vague spirit of reverence silencing the milling crowds. Candles in rigid rows. Candles in … More Emilie’s Christmas Eve on Beacon Hill
Greetings, all. I am back from a much-needed vacation! Blue Hill was wonderful. I always feel close to Emilie Loring there. Nova Scotia inspired. Cape Cod made connections. And Boston reassured. This was where Emilie began and her biography took root. Every time I am here, I feel the necessity of telling her story. Now that … More Travails of Biography: The Brutal, Problematic and Necessary Job of Editing