“How are the renovations coming?” Biddy asked grabbing her latte off the table. “You know, they’re coming,” I answered vaguely. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks,” she commented. “Don’t pull any punches,” I replied, laughing, “The house is great, it’s just a bigger project than we’d expected so it’s been a touch overwhelming.” …

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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 know …

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Throughout my life I’ve had what I refer to as Horror Movie Dreams. They happen when I’m stressed. In these dreams, I am one of maybe five or six people and we are in a horror movie. I know this, though they do not. I know we will be picked off one by one by …

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I had two emails from people who wanted to share stories with me. One claimed that his house was haunted by it’s previous owner, and the other message came from a Wellesley College employee who wanted to share information about the college’s underground tunnels. Both intrigued me, but, after my past two experiences, I was …

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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 South End? That’s great, we were …

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