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This Old House of Mine

Mar 6th, 2010 | By Tom Sheehan | Category: Essays

For history and legend sakes, certain attributes, character traits if you will, have to be appointed here at the beginning of This Old House (C. 1742), home for half a century of my life.



Dilligaf: The Limbo

Mar 5th, 2010 | By Nabina Das | Category: Essays

Getting on a real Ferris wheel is sometimes a better way to have my head spin. Sheher Dilli surpasses that wretched giant toy.



Applesmoke, Friendship

Jan 18th, 2010 | By Tom Sheehan | Category: Essays

And we were staunch friends, at the outset of a lasting friendship.



It’s All in the Maul

Jan 7th, 2010 | By Tom Sheehan | Category: Essays

The deep woods glistened with a scary silence, now and then broken and highlighted by the crack of a freezing limb swearing it would fall to earth, yet promising a minor distortion.



The Day Titanic Drowned

Dec 30th, 2009 | By Tom Sheehan | Category: Essays

We were sitting on empty nail kegs next to his icehouse on the edge of Lily Pond in Saugus, Doc Sawyer and me, talking about everything and nothing in particular.



Brute Immersion

Dec 25th, 2009 | By Tom Sheehan | Category: Essays

The mirror folds in on itself. Images separate. At seven years of age I was drowning!



A Little Red Wagon, a Long-Remembered Face

Dec 17th, 2009 | By Tom Sheehan | Category: Essays

One Christmas many years ago there was for me one present from my parents, a little, done-over red wagon with a long hauling handle, and slatted sides.



Talk From the Back of the Barn

Dec 11th, 2009 | By Tom Sheehan | Category: Essays

There, in his barn, I was a listener as well as a watcher.



The House No One Lived In

Dec 5th, 2009 | By Tom Sheehan | Category: Essays

The building rose majestically, they all agreed, they who had to a man become proficient carpenters and finish men.



Pariscope

Nov 19th, 2009 | By Nabina Das | Category: Essays

This is the Notre Dame fair, unleashing midway on and has kids and adults yelling at each other in French. Of course, this is Paris.