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No Matter Where You Go, There You Areby Jacqueline Murray LoringAt 6:30am on Saturday, July 13, 2013, as the sun rose above Albuquerque's Sandia Mountains, I was printing and collating movie scripts, ten at a time. I'd been up all night as part of a 48 Hour Film Project (48HFP) short movie writing team, www.48hourfilm.com/en/albuquerque. Our responsibility was to write an original short, in 12 hours, then email it to actors and film crew by 6:00am. Within 48 hours the script would become 'Reel to Reel's' movie "Mistaken Identity" but at 6:30am I was stapling pages and handing them to an office full of sleepy people. How did a Cape Cod writer whose preference is to squirrel herself away to write in silent, unobtrusive corners with a laptop, a cup of coffee and a view of a cranberry bog end up in such chaos? Purposefully, I'm proud to say... |
Autumn at the Neckby Saralee PerelSandy Neck Beach on Cape Cod Bay is other-worldly all year 'round, but it's most incredible during the fall. That's when my husband, Bob, and I have done most of our camping in a slide-on truck camper. That's a little metal home the size of a meatball, which fits on the back of a pickup. We campers have a bad reputation. I'm here to debunk, once and for all, the stereotype of the Cape Cod RV owner. In our storage compartments, there are no guns or beer cans. (Well, I do keep a dicing knife under my pillow. You never know.) We're a gentle bunch. We like to do nothing but sit and sweat. Our days consist of applying three thousand layers of sticky bug repellent... |
Squirrels Cry Tooby Debbie McNaughtonOn a cloudy October afternoon, a few years ago, I hired a company to cut down the oak tree on my front lawn. I couldn't stand to look at it one minute longer. The acorns on my driveway were like a Special Forces obstacle course. I'd roll on them to my mailbox. One time I twisted my ankle as I carried the groceries from my van into the house. My new neighbor pleaded with me to control my leaves. I told her, "Bev, they have a mind of their own, sorry." Have you ever noticed how a gust of wind will carry them away one day, but by the end of the week, after a visit around the neighborhood, they return to home base? They never leave (no pun intended), like a summer house guest who invites themselves until they realize flip flops and snow just don't mix... |
The Red Blanketby K.S. MuellerWe covered Hector's stiff body with the red blanket that we kept in the basement. I carefully tucked all the corners underneath his body while we decided what to do with this big dog carcass. Some time later, we decided it would be a good idea to let Hobie sniff, inspect and see Hector so he'd understand his pal was gone. I gingerly lifted the blanket and let Hobie check out Hector's stillness, as I continued to cry, uncontrollably. Then the most extraordinary thing happened. I had gone to another part of the house, trying to keep myself busy, and I didn't see this occur, but Gil was right there and saw the whole thing... | ||||
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