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
Sometimes when you live near history, you take it for granted. I was reminded of that during February vacation when I
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.
Back when we were dating, my husband and I first went to the Brimfield Antique and Collectibles show. We spent
This is the second summer in our house and living near water has meant spring and summers with a yard full of nesting Eastern Paint turtles. We’ve yet to ever see anything hatch and I’m not sure if that’s because they are so small, move in the night, or are completely devoured by predators while still in the egg. With the number of empty eggs and holes on the back lawn, the latter is probably the most probable, but I’m sure at least a few make it.
We’ve been in our house for six months now. Watching the fog rise off the reservoir and cranberry bog is never a bad way to start the day.
After two plus months of summertime fun, I got back to work. Here’s my latest feature (also found here). (Photo
A December 26 photograph from the wharfs in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Merry belated Christmas.
This past weekend was the cranberry harvest at the Carlisle bog. A strange little berry, but it does make for
I clearly heard up to 6 inches of snow predicted for today. We’re at 8 and counting. It sure is
We made the trek south for the annual Plymouth Thanksgiving parade. It was freezing and we got there way too early, but once it got underway it was worth the wait and cold. Photos of our summer trip to Plimoth Plantation are here.
Imagine a small village center with children strolling pathways lit by glowing pumpkins, lanterns, and holiday lights. That’s our Halloween
My husband and I had a very grown up Saturday and took in a lecture by Ang Lee and James Schamus at Wellesley College and then walked around campus for a few hours. Why is it that you appreciate things more when you no longer have them? I loved the campus when I was a student there (in my late 20s), but I didn’t realize just how special it was until it was over. How beautiful is it? Let’s put it this way, the sight of it this past weekend may almost make the remaining 10 years of monthly student loan payments a little less painful. Related articles Inspiring People: Ang Lee & James Schamus (musingsofanorientalgypsy.wordpress.com)
We decided to bring the kids to Salem today to check out the town pre-Halloween. It was a little too
The dog and I went on a little walk this morning at Great Brook Farm State Park.
Yesterday called for a short hike on the Woodchuck trail and Garrison loop in Great Brook Farm State Park. Even with the light rain, it was a beautiful and easy hike. We parked near the canoe launch and walked across the road to the Woodchuck trailhead to find some historical spots for my daughter’s school project located along the trail. After passing the site of an old dam, our first historic stop was the remains of some kind of Colonial stone garrison. Fairly close by was an Indian grinding stone, that appears to have been intentionally destroyed. Looking at the stone you can see that holes were drilled down its length and at a depth almost reaching its bottom, splitting it in half and to its base. Finally we ended up at the site of the old grist mill. Not a bad 60 minutes.
A fall day spent visiting the old cemetery in town.
Kimball Fruit Farm orchards, Pepperell, Massachusetts
The Sentry of Green Hall, Wellesley College
It just took a few days of temperatures dropping into the 40s and 50s in the night, hovering in the mid to high 60s during the day, and now it’s happening! The leaves are finally starting to turn.
~ My in-laws were visiting from Colorado this past weekend and a trip to Concord to see Emerson’s Old Manse and the surrounding national park was in order. The highlight of the trip? A stroll through and around the garden, planted by Henry David Thoreau for Nathaniel and Sophia Hawthorne who were renting the house at the time.
The dog and I went on a morning walk and came upon a heron in the fields of the local