by Mary Elizabeth McClellan It’s a Ruby Red 2003 Subaru Legacy station wagon with 53,000 miles on it, NH Moose Plates for conservation, and scrapes on the front and rear fenders, hopefully not caused by me. At eighty-seven, with two years to go on my driver’s license, I’m losing my driving edge. I don’t drive enough,Continue reading “My New World Without a Car”
Category Archives: Creative Nonfiction
Rocks and Roots
by Janet Banks I sit in my chair with a stack of unread New Yorker magazines that I’m determined to read or toss, overcome by a sense that life is slipping through my fingers. I’ve no zest, just guilt about feeling as I do—a person who has everything she needs, except…what? Has age crept upContinue reading “Rocks and Roots”
Talk from the Back of Tim’s Barn
by Tom Sheehan These were more than echoes, the soft sounds I was hearing from the rear of the barn sitting back from Route 182 in Franklin, Maine, half a dozen fat pigs to one side, corn as deep as Iowa on the other side, and the terrain across the road flush with blueberry bushesContinue reading “Talk from the Back of Tim’s Barn”
The Scent of Cinnamon Roses
by Tina Rapp I bought my first home at 26, romantic, wide-eyed, and ridiculously ecstatic. My husband and I had looked for months for a place in the rapidly gentrifying farmlands around Nashua, New Hampshire, a city that was considered one of the best places to live in the country, and one we couldn’t waitContinue reading “The Scent of Cinnamon Roses”
House
by Ann Robinson In 2006, as we prepared to move from our 1863 farmhouse in Swanzey to a much smaller house seven miles away in the city of Keene, I began to experience a profound sadness. The house had been our home for thirty years, and although I sensed, realistically, that it was time forContinue reading “House”
Rurality
by Eric Poor One of the things about living in the country is you need a motor vehicle. Everything essential is well spaced out in all directions. You can’t just walk out the door and cross the street to the corner bodega to grab some groceries. Or walk a block or two and buy aContinue reading “Rurality”
A Splash of Water
by Marilyn Weymouth Seguin Make sure swimming is somewhere in your memoir. Why? I don’t know. It seems a memoir needs a splash of water. —Natalie Goldberg The thwack of the wooden screen door. The ping of June bugs hitting the rusty screen trying to get at the porch light. The sounds at my MaineContinue reading “A Splash of Water”
I Don’t Think We’re in Kansas Anymore
by Nori Odoi When Roger and I moved from Lawrence, Kansas to New Bedford, Massachusetts in the early 80s, New England was just a tangle of lines and labels on the US map to me. The cluster of six tiny states has a total area that is smaller than the size of Kansas itself. IContinue reading “I Don’t Think We’re in Kansas Anymore”
New England Memories 