And then, I was back to myself. Instead of easing my way into things I decided to jump in with abandon. I threw a house party for thirty people. Right before I sent the Paperless Post I added bring friends! in the “note to guests” box. I immediately felt overwhelmed and tired before anyone had …

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Welcome to Out of the Swells! While Wellesley remains the most haunted place on earth, it isn’t the only spooky place around. So… let’s travel Out of the Swells, we’ll be reasonable and jet set just once a month. Premium Members will find future Out of the Swells ghost stories on Podbean for $1 per month. …

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We moved into our house. I didn’t know I had a dream home until I moved into this one. It’s in an incredibly populated neighborhood, and yet, there is wildlife. Coyotes in the neighbor’s yard, chipmunks up the wazoo and more bunnies than could possibly be safe. Though, you know my prepper obsession and I bet …

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We are having some work done on the new house. It’s nothing major, but whenever I get an update on the renovation timeline from our contractors, I hear Tom Hanks and Shelley Long laughing and whispering “two weeks” in my ear. In the meantime, all five of us (and the two dogs) are holed up …

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Morses Pond didn’t start out as the sizeable body of water it is today. Back in 1738, a landowner dammed a brook to create a mill pond. Subsequent owners liked this idea, each one outdoing the last in building up the dam until the small spit of water eventually grew into the Morses Pond we …

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My dreams. My dreams were the worst. I know, no one likes to hear about someone else’s dreams, it’s mind-numbingly boring, but these dreams? I was a step away from calling a psychiatrist. In one, I rode a school bus with other soon-to-be-damned souls. We were on a short-list of the recently deceased whose lives …

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I met Pam at a cocktail party for Wellesley newcomers. A lovely what the hell am I supposed to wear? party that felt like a sorority rush. Where every conversation boils down to, “Isn’t this great? It’s so great to meet new people. Where did you move from again? The Back Bay? That’s great, we …

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