Barry and I spontaneously took off this past Tuesday and headed to Cape Cod, or, as we New Englanders say, “the Cape.” The day was glorious… warm, breezy, beautiful sun in the big old blue sky.
Our plan was to head all the way to the tip of the Cape, to Provincetown, but a 13-mile [...]

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If dancing is the body made poetic… then imagine the poetry of watching a granddaughter dance.
The stanzas and verses of her life unfolding before my very eyes.
The soft pinks of where she has been and the blended pinks of where she is going.
The music of her little life in perfect harmony for those few precious [...]

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