When you have sisters, they like to drag you into the middle of everything . . . especially arguments. “Disagreements” is what my grandmother used to call them. When she showed up to our house for a visit and Grandpa was looking especially terse, she would say, “Grandpa and I had a disagreement . . . → Read More: You Put the Me in Meander

When Cate and I were younger–much, much younger than we are now–way back before Andy could even talk–we used to play together. We’d run around the house and call out to each other. I don’t remember exactly what we were doing, only that we didn’t use one another’s names. Even as young as . . . → Read More: You’ve Got a Friend . . .

Last week I spritzed the plant by the back window. Due to overzealous neglect on my part, it had all but withered and died. I’d had my eyes on other plants at Lowe’s.

I’m thinking they must wax the plants there or something because they always look so healthy. The sorry thing in . . . → Read More: Of Sound Mind

Three years ago I wrote to tell the world about Banana Man, a sort of local legend here in Gloucester. For those of you unfamiliar with him, here’s what you need to know:

He works in produce under a cloud of vegetable matter, avoiding shopping carts filled with all the things you can . . . → Read More: Whatever Happened To Banana Man?