At an awkward age—meaning some time in junior high—

I was only a month past my 17th birthday…

The Orange and Brown Bobble Head…

My dad died 18 months ago.

Marushka is about 130-years-old.

It is not a cherished object.

My love affair with the blues…

The rocks I found on our rain hike…

Hunkered down, here on the Maine coast…

These are mine and mine alone.

I have always been fascinated with nicknames…

I wish I had known Grandma Burns when she was a little girl…

I loved discarded dolls…

I am obsessed with photographs.

On my last trip to Portland…

In the 60s, it was common for people to have pen pals.

I’ve been foraging and gathering…

For 70 years, I’ve kept an old “gold” pocket watch…

At my dad’s funeral…

My forever sweetheart…