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William Morrow
(2017-04-04)
400 pages
ISBN: 978-0062499950

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Safe as Houses

December 9, 2011 by Ellen Herrick

I am lost.  It’s as if I am a sleepwalker woken up in another room.  Even the face of my waker is a stranger to me.  Nothing is where I left it; my books closed and unread, abandoned in piles at my bedside.  This Autumn, a season of such unexpected warmth and sunshine, has left me in darkness.  I am constantly cold.  Some days I leave my coat on until my daughter comes home from school. I tear it off and shove it into the closet when I hear her footstep at the front door.  I bake and I cook but I don’t eat.  While my family swirls in and out of this little house I am left standing at a center that I cannot hold.  But, I am trying, so very hard.  For the first time I am so separate from my children that sometimes I don’t even say goodnight to my daughter, embarrassed that at 8:30 I can’t keep my head up anymore.  She is in her room, chatting, working, singing Christmas carols in a high, sweet soprano, and I am in mine, a single lamp puddling light on a book that won’t be read. I am homesick and I can’t go home.

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Filed Under: Autumn, family, first love, heart break, homesick, melancholy, mother

The End is Nigh

August 26, 2011 by Ellen Herrick

kid gloves

It is a fact that I tend toward melancholy.  This is not to be confused with having a sentimental streak.  THAT I do not.  At our recent yard sale—which nearly killed me and several of the shoppers—I all but threw merchandize (including vintage linen and quilts, 60-year old, pristine kid gloves, silver plate whiskey sour muddlers and a set of library steps) at the milling crowd.  “Take it,” I screamed, “Just get it out of here!”  When a particularly creepy man asked us if there was more to see inside the house I almost told him “Yes, just go in there and strip the joint!”

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Filed Under: Autumn, Cape Cod, children, cyclical, family, flowers, grateful, home, melancholy, Summer

Hi, Guy!

November 9, 2010 by Ellen Herrick

We had a real American Autumn weekend.  Which is to say that we raked and baked, had friends in for dinner, ferried Emma about a bit and went to a football game.  It was my first and it was a Harvard game.  That is to say it was something like watching a particularly fit chess club play football.

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Filed Under: Autumn, college Tagged With: American football, Autumn, beret, boiled wool jacket, clogs, college, first love

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