Alison Baker

A friend of mine from a large city on the eastern seaboard was visiting her brother-in-law in Brewster. We met for lunch and a walk along the beach. After discussing the traffic, the state of the tide, her children and my dogs, we walked for a while in silence.

Then she cleared her throat and said, “I want to ask you something.” Read More 

Summer weather is here at last – intermittently, anyway. The morning walks are chilly for about five minutes, and then I start stripping away my outer layers, until by the time I’ve gotten down to the town landing and stared out over the marsh and bay, and walked back up the incline to our little house in the cul de sac, I am nearly naked. The neighbors kindly keep their curtains closed until a decent hour. Read More