Curations from the Human Jungle
[I'm taking the week off, mostly to play with my grand daughter, Hunter. I'm going to teach her about nature. Meanwhile, dear readers and fellow residents of The Jungle, I'm going to revisit some memorable moments from the annals of Silverback Digest. This is an excerpt from my novel "Stripah Love," which can be accessed... Continue Reading →
[This goes in the category of "If you live long enough ... well, I guess I've lived long enough. This upcoming Saturday there will be a historical walk of the summer community where I grew up, Post Island. This neighborhood of Quincy, MA is just 8 miles south of downtown Boston, but when I was... Continue Reading →
[Which brings us to the exciting conclusion. Summer ends, and everyone's future is in flux. The cottage has been restored, Esterina has been survived, but what else? There's not much summer left these days. SB SM] Deer Island Shea is having a morning cup of tea, reading the Boston Globe, and the morning news on... Continue Reading →
In some ways things didn’t change. The families still came to Indian Mound each summer where Artie, his brother and sister, and countless cousins (including Cuzzin) spent seamless days chasing minnows and listening to Red Sox games and having seaweed fights and catching horseshoe crabs and playing mumblety-peg. Each day was capped by a lingering... Continue Reading →