My sister Meg just sent a bunch of photos that her husband Mark took while we were in Nantucket. I am posting them to show how one of us sisters is a beach person, and the other is not.
If you’re with me and Meg, we are usually in the exact state of shrieking, spitting hilarity as we are in the photo above. We just think we’re the two funniest people who have ever lived. Not everybody shares our view, and if Mark had taken a shot with a broader range, you would have seen a few teenagers and a husband staring, stone-faced, out to sea.
Ann Leary, author of The Good House
Author of The Good House
Let the Sofa Be Mountains, the Carpet be Sea
September 9, 2009 by 33 Comments
Sister Soldier
August 31, 2009 by 38 Comments
Well, the clutter is gone. How did it happen? My sister Meg, showed up, that’s how. She called on Friday, just to chat. I started to whine about not knowing where to start with all the clutter in my house, and she was in her car and on her way here from Massachusetts before I could even hang up the phone. Meg is one of those organized people. I’ve often thought that she was a little bit OCD with the tidiness and orderliness, but it turns out that she’s just tidy and orderly. And she LOVES tidying and organizing others. Or so she said. Maybe it was just to make me feel better.
Poor Visibility
March 30, 2009 by 19 Comments
I was stranded, with my fellow JetBlue passengers, on a tarmac in DC last night because all the New York airports were closed due to heavy fog. I was on my way back from Florida where I had gone with my sister to visit my father and his lovely wife Terry. My sister Meg took a different flight back to Boston. My flight was supposed to land in NY at 7:00 but at 7:45 we were still flying.
A Cove, A Fort, Slumdog
December 27, 2008 by 6 Comments
I was in Marblehead this weekend, visiting my family. My sister and I went for a walk and I took some photos. Here’s a cove near my mom’s house that I photographed last summer at low tide:
This is what it looked like yesterday at high tide:
We walked through the streets of old town, through the warm fog, and found ourselves at Fort Sewell, which is at the edge of town – at the edge of the continent, really. Then there was no place to turn but back home.
Think Globally, Shop Locally
December 5, 2008 by 9 Comments
I was just visiting my friend Fran Keilty at the Hickory Stick Bookshop here in Washington Depot, CT and we discussed, once again, how difficult it is for the independently owned businesses like the Hickory Stick and another favorite of mine, the Bank Street Book Nook, owned by my friend Janet Ryan in New Milford, to compete with the major chain retailers.
Jolly Roger
November 21, 2008 by 5 Comments
The other day I blogged about Salem, Massachusetts and showed a picture of the statue of Roger Conant which is erected in front of the Witch Museum on Salem Green. Because he’s there, in front of the Witch Museum, many think he was a witch himself, but Roger Conant was a very upstanding founder of the earliest settlement of fishermen in Salem, and had nothing to do with the witch trials. My friend Laurie informed me yesterday that an ex-boyfriend of hers pointed out that Roger Conant’s sculptor clearly had a great sense of humor, because when you stand directly in front of the statue it’s very clear that under those vast robes, Roger was, well he was …pleasuring himself. I’m not sure if you can quite get the whole effect in this photo:
My Sister Meg
July 21, 2008 by 3 Comments
Well, nobody guessed the right answer to yesterday’s stumper.
THIS is my dear little sister, Meg Seminara:
I just love her.
A Wild Club
July 19, 2008 by 9 Comments
I went to Marblehead the other night to meet with my sister’s book club.
Here they are, the members of the …I forget the name of the book club but it’s an abbreviation that stands for something naughty. Can you believe how tan and gorgeous and sporty-looking they all are? I felt like a sickly, pale-faced consumption victim in their midst. See if you can guess which one is my sister:
Ooops, the photo’s too big and it cut the club in half. Here are the rest of the gals:
Scenes From a Marriage
May 11, 2008 by Leave a Comment
Not that you were asking, but I came up with the name of my new novel,
after Denis and I watched Ingmar Bergman’s Scenes From a Marriage, one night last winter.
Scenes From a Marriage was recently re-released on DVD. It’s very long, as it was originally a series on Swedish Television. It’s shot like a documentary but it’s a drama. Like a Christopher Guest film – only not funny. And artfully shot. It’s beautifully shot (okay, it’s not like a Christopher Guest film at all.)
