Curations from the Human Jungle
[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 →
Quincy Bay, looking out to Peddocks Island and Boston Light For the next few weeks we're going fishing! I wrote Stripah Love in 2004 and self-published it in 2005. It's my favorite book of fiction. There are only four, and I claim none of them as literary masterpieces. This is the one for which I... Continue Reading →