Yesterday's big adventure....I'd been trying for a few weeks to find someone fishing on Canobie Lake for an article my publisher wanted on ice fishing for SalemLife Magazine. 4th time's the charm. And speaking of charms...the minute I showed up each one of the 3 people that I approached while fishing caught something, and it was… Continue reading Ice Fishing Adventure
Halloween, Fear for My Image
do I quickly try and throw on a little lipstick to my otherwise pasty mottled face would that help or be creepier still.
The Treasure is in the Stories as Much as the Stuff
My camera that I pointed in the direction of that rusty truck that caught my eye, moved like a divining rod to this treasure and that.
Creepy Stuff that Doesn’t Bother Me
A dozen large and small spiders stood their ground. They thought they'd claimed the room by adverse possession.
The Last Fishing Trip and Why I Love Haverhill
I wrote this about Haverhill, MA the City that made a huge impact on my dad’s last days. It was originally posted on my blog The Heartbeat of Haverhill. But the sentiment is universal so I am sharing it here. To expand the number of people who get to hear of my gratitude. This City can be such a blessing.
Josh, Gerald, Dad, Brian
My dad, Walter Colby, is 93 and receiving hospice care. Every day as I was writing a newspaper article about trout stocking and fishing in Haverhill, MA, I’d tell my dad what I learned. He and I used to fish when I was very young and it was good to include his knowledgeable perspective. As part of my research, I contacted Mass Division of Fisheries and Wildlife to get some more info for my story. Marion Larson answered my questions, and my father’s and then connected me with John Sheedy. John was stocking a couple of rivers in Haverhill and I was invited to meet up to watch the process. John told me that they were stocking Haverhill’s Lake Saltonstall, Plug Pond as the locals call it, the following Tuesday. It was beyond the deadline for my article, but I asked if I could bring my…
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My Secret Life as a Hawk
I had to tell myself quite sternly to leave the sky, and get back into my own body in the car and get to work.
Finding a frog, er, toad to kiss
I alone heard the sound because a late mating Fowler’s Toad thought I was pretty cute.
What’s on Your DeskTop?
What tales is your desk telling?
Eulogy for a Christmas Tree
And it was just me and the tree. I felt I owed the tree some company on its last night with us.
So THIS is Christmas?! 7 Top Most OverBlown Ways to Get Festive 2017 edition
Some Christmas trends raucously holler "Jumped the shark!" The decor that's gone beyond "earnestly seeking attention" to "desperately demanding attention" without even understanding why.
