Writing Groups and Workshops

An email from the State of Alaska ferry system, known as the Alaska Marine Highway, recently arrived for me, a reminder that reservations are open for the upcoming tourist season. The message transported me to the place I called home in my twenties after college. I worked in Alaska as a reporter, and in many…

As a tall, skinny, 13-year-old blonde at Camp Lutherhaven, I learned more than how to sing all the verses to “Michael Row the Boat Ashore” around a camp fire.  One afternoon in the craft room, a middle-aged pastor’s wife dispensed dating advice to an assembly of young female Lutherans. “Always remember,” she advised, “that a…

An old seal with frozen white whiskers gazed across Marblehead Harbor on a February afternoon. His liquid brown eyes settled on a tall, silver-haired figure walking hand-in-hand with a child.  The old man and young boy were strolling the docks of the Boston Yacht Club. The club’s marina occupied the same waters where colonial American…