The Year at High Tide

49BFE54A-6F28-4B1B-B842-15478A610CABHere are two Cape Cod Notebook essays from this year end I have yet to post over here:

trying to love November 

wind season

The essay I find myself thinking about the most this winter is this one,here and now, from August. Lately I have been thinking that the two things that worry me the most are ideas of birth and death. And I guess, everything in between.

It was a good year for reading. Some of the books I enjoyed the most this year were:

The Living Mountain by Nan Shepherd

Casting Into the Light by Janet Messineo

Outpost by Dan Richards

The Great Beach by John Hay

The Glass Hotel by Emily St. John Mandel


some of the books I re-read every year are:

The Outermost House by Henry Beston

The House on Oyster Creek by Heidi Jon Schmidt

Thoreau’s Cape Cod

I seriously revised a manuscript and wrote two more this year. Every year I wonder what ideas will come to me and I continue to be surprised that they do. All the words add up.

Perhaps best of all, I took so many walks in the sand with wonderful people.

See you in 2020.







In Another Element


It was a strange end of the summer, I got sick right at the beginning of October and my fall swims were put on hold. I keep thinking one of these days will be warm enough to dive in again, but it hasn’t happened yet. I wrote about it all, wearing my sandy heart on my sleeve, for the radio this week. You can listen here. 

June & July Radio Essays

DB54CCCA-5043-497F-B117-D69F138FBE13.jpegSummer on the Cape and Islands is our busiest time of the year. Now that we are past the solstice, I feel a little sad that each day is getting shorter. There are moments in the evening, around six or seven at night, when a wave hits me, a memory of winter darkness knocking me over. But for now it is still warm and brilliantly bright, and all my essays for WCAI the last month have been, too.

Here’s an essay I wrote and recorded about Nantucket’s landfill. 

I wrote and recorded this essay about reading on Islands in honor of the Nantucket Book Festival.

And most recently is this essay about watching the surfers on Cape Cod.

In other writing news, I’m working away on an essay collection about the disappearing places and ways of life on the Cape and Islands, and reading as much as I can.





Salt and Daffodils and Time


I have been thinking a lot about the idea of timelessness lately. When I was a kid, there were people in Provincetown I thought would live forever, people who never seemed to age. Their houses did, shingles weathering and porches soft and sagging, but their faces looked the same from year to year. I think the salt preserves people who live by the sea.

I moved away, I came back. These people I thought would live forever have all started to die, an entire generation now essentially gone. In a town of only 3,000 people, these figures loomed larger than life–the town historians, the poets, the hippies, and the old women who worked at the school cafeteria in summer and at the fried clam shacks in summer. These were people who’d lived their whole lives in the same three miles of sand, who remembered their neighbor’s lives as well as they remembered their own.

Their houses still remain, purchased by new owners with plans to fix them up, to iron out any inconsistencies. That summer I delivered mail, I nearly fell through one of those sagging porches, so these improvements are certainly needed. The houses show up on a rental site with a cute name, any evidence of their previous owners completely erased.


This weekend in particular has me thinking about time, and the desire to stop or at least slow it. On Nantucket, the last weekend in April is the Daffodil Festival, as it has been for the last 45 years. It is a stunning few days when the weather cooperates. It’s been pouring rain for the last two days and as I write this, the rain looks like it might be letting up in the early morning hours of Saturday. A coordinated campaign to plant thousands of daffodil bulbs along public ways and roads on the island decades ago has resulted in a proliferation of daffodils that bloom each spring.


A hallmark of the Daffodil Festival is an iconic antique car parade. Is there anything closer to time travel than restoring an antique car? There’s an element of bending time to your will, of damning the decades and getting a machine that was built before your grandparents were born to work. I find classic cars entrancing. Or I did, until last year when I started to notice that a few of the cars in the parade proudly displayed the year they came off the assembly line in their windshield–and I found that I was now older than some of the cars considered “antiques.” Maybe I will become one of those timeless people, roaming these sandy towns. Hell, maybe I already am.

It really is something to see the island blanketed with these yellow blooms, each flower lifting their trumpeted heads towards the sun, swaying in the ceaseless wind. One look at my lawn is all you need to know I am no gardener, but there is something compelling about these daffs and how each year they return, with little to no human intervention. The lawn of my grandparents house is littered with daffodil bulbs they planted, and even though they are both dead, their daffodils return year after year.

When the water rises and Nantucket transforms into a new sliver of sand, one I can’t even yet imagine, I hope the daffodils continue to bloom.


March Radio Round Up

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I had two “A Cape Cod Notebook” pieces up on WCAI in March. If you didn’t get a chance to listen on-air, here is where the pieces live on line:

A Sandy, Shifting Place  This one’s a little look at the island’s stones and why it is seemingly all sand now.

The Gift That Ride in the Waves This is a piece that I am particularly proud of, as I was able to finally give voice to some of the…what  I am calling “coastal anxiety” that weighs on me when it comes to sea level rise and these places I love.

It’s raining and windy today, we’re getting the outer bands of whatever storm is working its way up the coast. All the boats have been canceled this morning. I hope yours is a good day, wherever you are.

February Radio Jams


Hey Friends,

I know it’s March now, and we are just three months away from June which is making me giddy to think about. Longer days mean more time to be outside, and more time to walk.

Here’s a piece I wrote and recorded about the seals at Great Point. Longtime (ha) listeners may remember I attempted to walk to GP twice and failed. I finally hitched a ride. 

The other piece I had on air in February is one about wind. The wind and weather out here just shapes every part of life. I’ve started to wonder if the wind isn’t changing me, too.

A Nantucket Dream Home on Cape Cod Notebook

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Did you miss my most recent A Cape Cod Notebook  about house moving on Nantucket? Fear not! You can click on over to WCAI right now and listen:

I’ll also be on next Tuesday, February 5th.

And, if you are on Nantucket, you should come to WCAI night at the Culinary Center on Wednesday, February 6th! You can sign up here and get a free ticket.  It’s sure to be a great time, and it’s always fun to put a face to the voices you hear on your radio.

See you there!