Category Archives: America

Norah’s taste of the Atlantic

Like most mothers, one of my truest delights is watching my child overcome with happiness. When the child is my expressive little Norah, it is extra-special. Most recently it was the beach. While in the States we visited dearest friends in … Continue reading

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of my never-leaving place

There is a sort of sympathy with the place where one comes from that never leaves you. The feeling seizes me most powerfully as we motor back to the dock after a sunset fishing run, as we have the last … Continue reading

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of memorial day and my buried inner patriot

We all went down to the local Memorial Day parade this morning. It seemed like a fun thing to do with the kids. It turned out to be more than that. It was an introduction (for them) to small-town America … Continue reading

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only three and half hours now, Sweetie

This morning the sky in rural Connecticut is soft and gray, the breezes are cool, and the birdsong has been steady since four a.m. We are delighted to be here. One never contemplates a journey over the Atlantic with little … Continue reading

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of loving minnesota

Most of them don’t know where it is. It gives you a small sort of feeling, when you respond to “What part of the United States are you from?” with “Minnesota” and it draws only nonrecognition. Then people ask, “What … Continue reading

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harriet at east beach, rhode island

Though we have returned to a cool and breezy Oxford, I’m carrying this image in my mind.

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hi, remember me?

I’m your friendly Oxford blogger. Last you heard, our fam was headed back to the USA on vay-kay. That was nearly four weeks ago. And I’ve hardly been part of the main since. What have we been up to for … Continue reading

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holiday happy, part one

The transatlantic journey went {surprisingly} well. Our first week {in Connecticut} was wonderful. It’s good to be back, we say. Here’s a few pictures to tell part of the story . . . Cousins. Harriet learns to swim. Picking blueberries. … Continue reading

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of sea glass

They are sometimes just beer bottles tossed carelessly from fishing boats that sink and burst in the endless tumble and roll of the waves, until even their shattered glass fragments are softened into smooth translucent pebbles. They are tossed and … Continue reading

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