Sue Lamoreaux
The last year was filled with rancor and mean-spiritedness, a breakdown in civility, decorum and basic kindness.
Heading home after a winter down south, I was craving the Vineyard — its weather (can’t get enough), family, community, the farm across the street starting to bloom.
It’s amazing what a ride up Island can do for the soul.
Summer has ebbed and fall is stirring. And what a beautiful summer it was. And what a beautiful fall it’s starting out to be.
It’s nearly that time of year. Yellow busses roll, the flashing lights warn caution. Maybe there’s a bigger message here. We’re in the Internet age and bullying has come full circle. Even while school was out this summer, Newsweek ran a piece about how to curb school bullying in Massachusetts. There was a picture of one of the bullies accused in a suicide of a high school teen in this state. She was wearing a Black Dog sweatshirt. That gave me pause to think.
Whenever I leave for “home” my grand daughter says, “No, Grammy, New York is not your home, this is.” And yes it is so. This is my home now and I am glad for it, blessed by it, revel in it, can’t wait for the day to begin, can’t get enough of it. And never, ever do I look back.