My world is rather small and I don’t travel very far from the Swells, so here we are, headed to Nantucket again. Let’s brave the Cape traffic and shoot for Hyannis where our ferry boat awaits. August in Nantucket is humid, if you brought your hair dryer you’re a rookie. When it isn’t engulfed by …

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“Let’s do this!” Biddy called, walking towards me at a fast clip. “You know I don’t power walk,” I groaned. “I’ll tone it down a notch,” she replied dismissively. “I’ve been dying to get over here since the weather turned.” She paused, looking me over. “A Ghostbusters t-shirt, really?” “I don’t have many short-sleeved shirts,” …

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“You want a glass of wine?” Chris asked, opening the refrigerator door. “No thanks,” I replied. “You sure?” He asked, glancing over at me. “I’ve got a bubbly water,” I replied, holding up the can to show him. “It’s nice out, let’s sit on the porch for your interview.”         Chris sighed. “Come on,” I pleaded. …

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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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“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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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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