I arrived in Blue Hill as the sun was setting. I hurried to buy basics at the Trade Winds grocery store and a take-away bowl of haddock chowder from Marlintini’s. Thus supplied, I drove out the East Blue Hill Road, wishing I could stop at each of my favorite places but racing the clock. The … More Arrived in Blue Hill!
I think we’ve all had the feeling of being led to something, of being called by something. It’s happened while researching Emilie Loring’s life–the urge to turn down an unknown street, and there is something I’ve hoped to find; the impulse to turn just one more page or take a book off the shelf that, … More When Things Just Want to be Found
I knew very little about sea glass until two summers ago. I had seen it in magazines, mostly pastel blues and greens, and I love those colors. I looked for pieces on beaches I visited, but Waikiki and Santa Monica yielded none, and over the years, I collected only a few, small pieces of frosty-white, … More Sea Glass and Storytelling