by Jillian Bedell
February 10, 2012
For the first time in twelve years, and with our baby about to be born, we spent New Year’s Eve sober, sitting on the couch. Our first New Year’s Eve together was in the year 2000. Remember how we all almost died in Y2K, or were inconvenienced, or something? On break from college, Malcolm was staying with [...]
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by Jillian Bedell
January 9, 2012
A wader-wearing fisherman steps out smiling from the refrigerated barnlike structure, where haddock and other local fishes are getting sorted and processed, cleaned, scaled and filleted, to help the customer, who was me. I was charmed and happily waited in the cold sunshine for the burly guy to go inside and bag up my stuff. I made off with a pound each of steamers and mussels for [...]
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