When Ginger and I moved to Boston in August of 1990, we had been married four months. Now, five months shy of our eighteenth anniversary, we are (we verbalized as we drove into the city today) leaving home. We wondered aloud how we will learn to “let go” of this wonderful city and then began…

Here are the pictures of the Red Sox celebration in Boston today. I only had my camera phone, so the quality isn’t great and I didn’t get some shots, but here is our day in images (and a few words). We rode in on the train, along with every high school kid skipping school ….

Some time this summer, as it became apparent that the Red Sox had an amazing team, I said to Ginger, “Wouldn’t it be great if the Sox won the World Series as we were leaving New England.” Last night, as you may have heard, they obliged. For the second time in four years, our boys…

This has been a week. Sunday was our last day at the Marshfield church, Tuesday I gave my notice at the restaurant (effective Nov. 11), Wednesday and Thursday we were in Durham looking for a house (and found one to rent, for now), and then last night I left work early because the hay fever…

“The jewelery box lid is broken.”“I can fix it,” I told her, years ago.I can fix it. I just haven’t done so. The top of the box is a paintingof Boston Common on a snowy dayin another time, people walkingacross the park at twilight. The four pieces that framed itlie on top of the dresser,…

There’s an old Seinfeld episode (I guess they’re all old now) where George keeps trying to figure out what to do after he tells a joke in a meeting. As soon as people start laughing, all he can think about is he doesn’t know what to do next and he ends up wrecking the moment….

Yesterday I had my final meeting with my spiritual director, Ken, who is also a dear friend and a lover of poetry. We shared poems as a part of our litany of farewell; I share some of them, now, with you. The LayersI have walked through many lives,some of them my own,and I am not…

I’ve had my share of days when I wondered why I was on the planet; Sunday was not one of them. The wonderful folks at our church here in Marshfield and several other friends gathered to remember what our years here together have meant and to wish Ginger and me well in what is to…

I am one who walks along the shorelooking for answers and sea glass.If it were not for the cleansing tides,the beach would be a well-worn path, but twice a day the waves comeand wash away my searches and sinsand lay them at someone else’s feet,or let them sink into the deep. I imagine an armada…

I’m an NPR nerd. Several years ago, when we were on a mission trip to Philadelphia, we were walking to see the Liberty Bell and passed the building that houses WHYY. “That’s where Terry Gross is,” I exclaimed. Then I laughed at myself. Sometimes as I drive, I switch over to our local talk radio…