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Author Archives: Joy Clough
Vaccine vigil
(Sung to the tune of “Jolene,” by Dolly Parton) Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccineI’m begging to be part of your next planVaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccinePlease come to me whichever way you can Just pick a town and I’ll be thereI’m ready … Continue reading
Walking on
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart and you will never walk alone.— Rodgers and Hammerstein My Year in Review slideshow was shaping up to be kinda dull. Same Rangeley lake blues and forest greens but, comparatively speaking, the … Continue reading
Not saying the “C” words
“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything!” my mother would repeat most days during breakfast. Never a morning person, I needed her constant reminders to stop belly aching and just eat so I wouldn’t miss the bus. Mean … Continue reading
A few of my new COVID things
Anyone who’s lived with me for more than a day knows I can’t carry a tune. And they also know that doesn’t stop me from trying. At the top of my lungs. Because singing makes me happy. Or, better said … Continue reading
My college to COVID(eo) composite
“Don’t forget, be here this Thursday afternoon for composites!” one of my sorority sisters would announce over dinner each spring. First time I heard it, I had a Hill Street Blues moment, wondering why we needed an appointment with a … Continue reading
Pandemic proclamations
“Today, I ate a sandwich.” Not exactly an earth-shattering proclamation. Or is it? Really depends on the context. My step-mom, Prudy, once had a friend say that exact sentence to her, and it was the biggest deal either of them … Continue reading
Slow, slow riders
Ten winters after putting down Rangeley roots—perennial roots deep in the arctic strata formerly known as our summer waterfront—we put down tracks. Serious tracks. Boldly going where we hadn’t dared to snowshoe, ski, or ice shuffle before. Faster than a … Continue reading
Back where it all began (Part Two)
NOTE: The following is a continuation of “Back where it all began,” published in June 2017. I was drifting back to childhood, watching the gigantic Snoopy float hover over the Macy’s parade, when the sound of Jim’s voice took me … Continue reading
First deer, lasting lessons
NOTE: The following was written by my daughter and first guest blogger, Becky Clough. In early November, while at home in Maine, I shot my first deer. It was a gorgeous, golden fall morning a mere three days into the … Continue reading
Last sunset over Sur La Mer
Don’t revert back to island time until at least November. If ever there was a day to honor that golden rule of mine, it was the first of September. One of those bluebird Rangeley days, it was perfect for a … Continue reading
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