Dreaming About the Places of Summer
Sometimes, I imagine what it would be like to buy my own place in Blue Hill. … More Dreaming About the Places of Summer
Sometimes, I imagine what it would be like to buy my own place in Blue Hill. … More Dreaming About the Places of Summer
A cozy morning here, coffee in hand, newly-fallen snow outside… I open a gift from my son, Head of the Bay by Annie L. Clough. I’ve wanted this book a long time, since I first used it at the Blue Hill Public Library. “Head of the Bay” is Blue Hill, Maine, Emilie Loring’s summer home for … More A Silver Pen in Her Hand, The Sleeve of a White Blouse
Facts aren’t just facts. Things aren’t just things. They hold memories etched into them with experience, knowledge, and emotion. … More Memories in a Blueberry Mug
She was waiting at the Gift Shop for the films she had left to be developed when she became aware of the man standing beside her looking at bracelets. Sharp-eyed, rapier-tongued Ella Crane, the saleswoman, was expatiating on the charm and desirability of an ugly super-expensive silver band. As she went to the window to … More Emilie Loring’s Last Book: To Love and to Honor
As we get to Emilie Loring’s final, complete novel, To Love and to Honor, I wonder. Should I write about the plot, her writing style and language, personal and historical references in the book, what was going on in her life as it neared its end? I’ve started this blog post four times–once each for story, … More I Said to Myself, “I Know This Place.”
The season of summer visiting has arrived. Open the summer cottage, set lawn chairs out in the shade, and invite friends and family for barbecues, picnics, parties–and yes, afternoon teas. Last week, my husband and I were privileged to share in a four-day, 90th birthday celebration with the extended Loring family. As you might guess, … More It’s the Season of Summer Socials!
Best-selling novelist Emilie Loring signed the contract for a “work to follow Beckoning Trails” with no idea what she might write about next–only that she would. She knew that it wouldn’t take place in Boston or Blue Hill. After the death of her husband a few months before, she needed time away, time in a … More I Hear Adventure Calling