Tim Grant is the new director of the college Science Center. A bachelor, he requires the assistance of a hostess and hires Sophy Brandt, a widow in her sixties with a reputation for skillful entertaining and an organized household. All goes well, except: He cleared his throat and settled his tie… “You’re a bachelor’s dream, … More That Hideous, Yellow Bang
When I retired from college teaching, it was because I wanted to do more, not less. I heard the siren call of passions I’d kept on the sidelines and new interests I wanted to explore. When people asked what I was going to do, I said I wasn’t retiring, I was redirecting. With Emilie’s voice in … More “Redirection,” Not Retirement
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
Emilie Loring inscribed a copy of Beckoning Trails: “To Mary and Selden Loring. This makes twenty-seven down and three to go. Emilie Loring” An even thirty. I can relate to this. When I was deciding when to retire from college teaching, setting a date seemed so arbitrary. How many years would I teach? I decided to go for … More Emilie Loring’s “Final Four”
There is a Mary Engelbreit card that says, “We are always the same age inside.” It’s a sweet idea, and I’ve given the card to friends approaching their decade birthdays–30, 40, 50. Then my dad told me, when he was in his sixties, “I am still the exact same inside, like I was when I … More Enthusiasm is the Fountain of Youth
