When I am on my way almost anywhere I pass the intersection of Columbus Boulevard and Washington Avenue and there, at any time of day or night I am reminded of the want and need that is present and visible in my city. About three years ago the corner was occupied by a couple who […]

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  • July 27, 2016 - 1:00 pm

    Parul Thakur - I get it and I know what you are saying. There are people I see in my area too who need help but never ask for it. I wish they find what they want and stay safe. It’s hard out there with no support and place to sleep.ReplyCancel

  • July 28, 2016 - 2:23 am

    Melony - My heart breaks for these people too. I would love to be able to help them all, but there are so many. The young ones are the worst for me. I have a spare room. I too could open my home to them. But then the cynic in me knows it would end in loss of property or worse. Well spoken, Nancy.ReplyCancel

Can you get all of summer in a bowl? Summer is salad season, and this deluxe version was just what I needed on this swelteringly hot weekend. I had to go out to run errands both Sunday and Saturday and both days fled home to my cool house. I am dreading my electric bill, but […]

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  • July 25, 2016 - 9:00 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Hi Nancy, your salad sounds terrific. I too am in need of a freezer purge which sometimes baffles me as I try to keep things so organized. Looks like we have a similar pet peeve, the corn on the cob! Stay cool.ReplyCancel

My absence lasted a week and I returned on a Monday morning in April. Written in chalk on the board in the front of the classroom, was a sentence— Jack looked for his book. I tried sounding out the word looked. It was a word I hadn’t seen before. I asked a friend who said […]

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  • August 3, 2016 - 7:12 pm

    Jan Wilberg - This is wonderful. I loved it.ReplyCancel

  • March 10, 2017 - 7:34 pm

    My Seventh Birthday; Things Change » Chefs Last Diet - […] one in my family knew what to do about or for me after my mother’s death. They kept me home from school for the week we sat shiva*, and I wandered the house. My brother was a baby, and taking care of him […]ReplyCancel

  • July 5, 2017 - 6:33 am

    Powder Blue Thunderbird Convertible » Chefs Last Diet - […] from the sadness that permeated every corner of the house and the echo of my mother’s absence. The year had been a hard one, and going to Baltimore was the first thing that felt normal in […]ReplyCancel

Today I was measuring the office for some new flooring and my tape measure broke. I could say I broke it; I was using it, but not in any way different from any other time I’ve used it. On its quick return to its housing the end snapped causing the first three inches to split. […]

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  • July 21, 2016 - 11:38 am

    Beeray - Alzheimer’s, I feel as if that’s the worst kind of disease where you actually lose yourself and you are not even aware of it.ReplyCancel

    • July 21, 2016 - 3:04 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Yes, I’m not sure what’s worse declining and being aware, or not being aware. My friend Don is often aware of his inability to grab a word, or accomplish a task and gets terribly frustrated. ReplyCancel

  • July 21, 2016 - 1:53 pm

    Rowan - I love the way you often pick a single strong physical metaphor and lay it out early in your work, then use it to tie together a number of shorter emotional vignettes. It brings a fantastic, almost tactile quality to your writing.ReplyCancel

    • July 21, 2016 - 3:02 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Rowan, thanks s much! I feel like it’s something I’m just figuring out.ReplyCancel

  • July 21, 2016 - 2:03 pm

    Ellen - Thank you for the wonderful way you expressed what I think a lot of us are feeling this hot, sticky summer.ReplyCancel

  • July 21, 2016 - 8:39 pm

    Meg Galipault - What a great opening paragraph! It set up everything to follow. Measurement as a metaphor offers so many options–as you’ve done here with weather, work, the number of murders in the headlines, health– and you did a good job following that metaphor without sounding forced. Nice.ReplyCancel

  • July 23, 2016 - 2:36 pm

    Kalpana solsi - I agree when you mentioned the reason for not bringing children in this bullet ridden world.ReplyCancel

When I was in college one of my favorite breakfast splurges was to go to the diner on Sixth and W. 3rd St. for scrambled eggs and corned beef hash. Breakfast is still my favorite meal to eat at a restaurant, even after years of slinging hash in my own diner for years. In fact […]

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