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Point of View: Leave ’Em Laughing

I wrote my own obituary not long ago, and when I showed it to a co-worker, she broke out in uncontrollable laughter.

Jan 18, 2024
The Mast-Head: No Day Off

Grade schoolers here woke up unhappy on Tuesday. There had been a bit of snow, but not enough for a delayed start, let alone a day off.

Jan 18, 2024
Gristmill: Things Fall Apart

The pain of planned obsolescence.

Jan 18, 2024
Point of View: It’s Worth It, Believe Me

The New Year’s Day plunges here were communal convocations as reassuring as any you’d find at a church or at any other gathering.

Jan 11, 2024
The Mast-Head: Rudimentary Measures

I am continually struck by how few attempts there have been at real-world data collection regarding the beaches here.

Jan 11, 2024
Gristmill: Anything Goes

As if all its billions weren’t enough, the N.F.L. gets into bed with DraftKings.

Jan 11, 2024
The Shipwreck Rose: Snow Falling on Snakeroot

Has the zeitgeist ever felt so apocalyptic?

Jan 11, 2024
Gristmill: Head Games

The efficacy, benefits, and weirdness of hypnosis.

Jan 4, 2024
The Shipwreck Rose: Eat a Peach

I tend to refer to cocktails of various kinds, but that’s not so much because I’m a drinker, as that I like the idea of a well-stocked bar cart of shiny bottles.

Jan 4, 2024
Point of View: Gifted at One Stop

Aside from world peace, what else am I wishing in vain for in the new year, immortality apparently being out of the question? I’m just hoping to stay connected.

Jan 4, 2024
The Mast-Head: The Purple House

My grandmother was born in the house that makes up the core of town offices on Pantigo Road. With a new supervisor taking the corner office there, it seemed a good time to offer up a bit of its history.

Jan 4, 2024
The Shipwreck Rose: The Highest Bough

I’m not a Christian, exactly, but I do believe in the winter solstice celebration of lights. The older I get, the closer I feel to ancestral rituals involving trees and bonfires.

Dec 28, 2023