ghosts in the burbs

A blog about the people who live in Wellesley, MA and the ghosts (and monsters) who haunt them.

We are relocating again, from one Residence Inn to another Residence Inn located closer to our new home. Turns out the one hour and fifteen minute commute isn’t ideal with toddlers, a baby and two dogs. It’s so tricky, in fact, that we are giving up a two-bedroom hotel suite for a studio just to avoid the …

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We move in two days. We bought an adorable little house across town, dangerously close to family and good friends. It is a good move. It is an exciting move. But it is the very first move I have coordinated completely by myself for four people. I thought I had things under control, but then I spent twenty …

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My life revolves around the handful of times we visit Nantucket each year. The humid, preppy little island is my happy place. This past weekend we went for the Daffodil Festival and stayed in a distractingly fabulous bed and breakfast run cottage. The two-room wooden shingled cottage’s decor was confusing. It was as if someone had said, “let’s throw everything at the wall and …

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