NOTE: My brother wrote me this email back in 2017 about his relationship with politics and his thoughts on being
Yesterday, I took my 13 year old daughter to Plymouth for a history visit. The plan to see Plimoth Plantation
A few days ago I realized it was all getting to be too much. News that is. Actually, to be
When struggling for things to write about, there’s a topic that’s been off limits. I promised myself when the kids
I will admit to being stuck. Stuck in Christmas past, which — grief aside — has always been my “go
This past weekend I wrote my brother’s obituary. An obituary that he never would have wanted, but that we needed.
How do you capture the love you have for someone in words? Really convey what that person has meant to
This is my dog. This is my bed. And this is why I cannot get up in the morning.
I just realized it’s been four months since I’ve written a feature. Finally over the hump! Phew. And here she is.
I heard a quote on the radio the other day that really resonated with me and properly sums up my writing experience: “I hate to write, but I love having written.”
Thank you to whomever crystalized my process.
Without fail, each time we spend more than a day in another place, I have the desire to move there.
When I first started this blog and was trying to figure out what I’d fill it with (still working on
I try not to spend too much time in the Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda neighborhood, but sometimes you end up there
I hadn’t stopped to think how big 12″x18″ would really be when I placed a printing order last week for two
In retrospect, it was probably for the best that my laptop’s WiFi connection didn’t work for most of the time I
When I moved back to Massachusetts nearly five years ago, I discovered volunteerism. I was 42 and had somehow made
Last week I signed the lease on a 285 square foot art studio on the third floor of a refurbished mill
I have a complicated relationship with nature, particularly as it relates to my home and, in particular, because I’m a homebody.
Ranking up there with fried clams, frappes, bubblers, blinkers, and clickers, a sighting of a Bathtub Mary is very Massachusetts.
The Virgin Mary in her grotto, as seen in a side yard in Hudson, MA.
Sometimes when you live near history, you take it for granted. I was reminded of that during February vacation when I
Other than a handful of news and feature articles and the occasional freelance job, my writing production has flatlined. There
by Karina Coombs Brother and sister act at last month’s FNL. (Photo by Parissa Khayami) [Reprinted from the original Carlisle Mosquito article found here.] If you are in middle school and looking for a fun Friday night, Carlisle’s hottest club is FNL. Located in the gym and exercise room at the Carlisle Public School (CPS), and sponsored by the Carlisle Youth Commission, this place has everything: dancing, a professional DJ, snacks and drinks, basketball, ping pong, games, monthly theme parties and more. First held in 1984, Friday Night Live, or FNL as it is known, is typically held the first Friday of each month from 7 to 9:30 p.m. and is open to Carlisle students in grades six through eight whether or not they attend CPS. Admission is $8 and snacks and drinks are available for purchase, with the proceeds from both directly supporting the program. Registration is required for FNL and can be done online through the Carlisle Recreation Department.
by Karina Coombs [Reprinted from the original Carlisle Mosquito article found here.] It’s not often that you get a chance to reinvent yourself and when it happens in your mid-40s, and you thought those chances had all but passed, you take it. Newly arrived in Carlisle, I first met the Mosquito’s General Manager Susan Emmons on the playground of the Red Balloon preschool. We talked about what it was like to live in a small town before she casually asked if I’d like to write for the newspaper. Without her knowing it at the time, she offered me the opportunity to pursue a dream I had shelved long ago, as well as a way back into the workforce after seven years of being a stay at home parent. If you want to learn about your community, reading the newspaper is a good way to start. But if you really want to know how it ticks from the inside out, its
by Karina Coombs A series of ceramic scrolls from Bedford artist Carol Rissman. Rissman makes each tile from white or red clay before imprinting or stamping them with natural found objects. Pieces are then fired and stained. Tiles are selected individually for each scroll and mounted on a wooden backing. (Photo by Karina Coombs) [Reprinted from the original Carlisle Mosquito article found here.] Gleason Library’s Art at the Gleason opened its first show of 2017 with “Affinity: puzzles, sculptures, and photography,” featuring the works of Carlisle residents Dale Joachim and Bill Claybrook and Bedford’s Carol Rissman. The show runs until March 25. The beauty of found objects Nature’s influence is apparent when looking at the ceramic works of local artist, Carol Rissman. Since retirement, as a broadcaster and news director for a local NPR station (in addition to writing and editing for a number of publications), Rissman has turned what had been a hobby into a full
by Karina Coombs “I dedicated my waist to the first cookbook. I dedicated my hips to the second cookbook and
I stayed up as long as I could this morning, but in the end I made myself go to sleep