Archive for August, 2013

I haven’t lost my mind by revisiting, and dragging you with me, to Plymouth, Massachusetts. It’s just such a wondrful place, I go there frequently in my little Mazda, and often, in my heart. In fact, my husband and I go to the movies there about once a week, and we have not missed in three years, leaving birdseed at a huge old Beech tree on beautiful Burial Hill. That space beneath the lush foliage is sacred to me – a dear young friend, “Wolf”, a writer and artist just twenty-nine years of age, was struck by lightening there three years ago on this September 8th. It is the only place I have to visit him now and it is where he often left scraps of toast and other things for his little squirrel and bird pals. I wonder if they wonder where he is, or if they saw and know of his loss.

Shiffting away from the sad part of my weekly excursions to Plymouth, there is much beauty and joy there. If you’re into music and a nice glass of wine, the town is literally jumping on weekend nights. During the day, you can’t beat the antiques markets on the main street – my home is filled with inexpensive furniture and trinkets from those shops.

The harbor is a beautiful one. Some New England coast harbors are unfortunately hidden by buildings. Not so in Plymouth – the view is open and draws you in to watch the comings and goings of pleasure boats as well as commercial fishing vessels. The cry of the gulls alone is music to me, and did I mention the seafood? There are many wonderful restaurants, but my husband and I kind of like Woods’ on the pier. It’s a no-nonsense place where you order your food, go find a table with a view, and then wait a short time for your number to be called. It’s not fancy but the food is the best and also the most reasonable anywhere. And if you like cheesecake, the best in the entire world is at Blue Blinds on North Street, just up from the harbor. The coffee is also the best.

We often see a movie at the Plimoth Theatre which is located in the Plymouth Plantation compound. I’ve met Chris Cooper there, one of my favorite all-time actors. He lives nearby and does everything he can to make this wonderful theatre prosperous. When he asked me last year what I wrote when a friend told him I was a writer, I sheepishly told him romantic suspense. He told me that’s a very hot genre and that I should be proud to say that I write in that manner. He’s talented and very cute – that’s all I’m saying about that :>) However, the plantation is amazing. We see it each time we’re there for the movie – I love seeing the goats and sheep out in the meadow and know that at dusk, they’ll be tucked safely into wonderful old barns and sheds. The plantation is something you won’t want to miss – it’s historic and authentic in detail. The docents speak the Olde English language so much so that you almost believe that you’re living in the past. It’s enchanting. Take your kids or just yourself.

I’ll be around the Plymouth and south shore area signing and speaking about my new book through Mainly Murder Press. It’s title is I Call Your Name and people are telling me they loved reading it – it keeps everyone, including my snoopy daughter, in suspense to the end.

Go to Plymouth – the plantation is just south of the town’s center and is a fantastic place in autumn. You’ll need a couple of days to take in all that Plymouth offers – it truly is America’s Home Town.


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When I think of the name, Pride’s Crossing, a small area in the city of Beverly, Massachusetts, I think of old English novels such as Pride and Prejudice – Pride’s Crossing sounds to me like a colorful location where an intriguing list of interesting characters abide. It is, however, a very picturesque part of the city of Beverly, a north shore community with twisting roads and sloping land to the sea. It is a great place to head for some seafood – the area is known for great clams and scallops, not forgetting the beautiful and historic homes.

With a population of about forty-thousand, the city was settled in the early sixteen-hundreds. It was also named for the town of Beverley in Yorkshire, England. Having lived in Yorkshire for three years, I found that interesting. We New Englanders are fond of our towns being named for Great Britain’s. Dublin, New Hampshire, New London, Connecticut, Plymouth, Massachusetts – we’re all honoring those wonderful old British Isles cities. Coupled with Native Indian names, we’re just about as colorful as the autumn leaves we so love.

About forty minutes northeast of Boston, Beverly (Pride’s Crossing) is a nice little day trip for some of those tasty seafoods.

( If you know anyone who likes to read romantic suspense, please tell them about my book, I Call Your Name :>) Available at Amazon and Mainly Murder Press, or order through your favorite bookstore.)

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Are you wishing for a sweet breakfast of delicious pancakes and a treat for your eyes as well? Head north of Boston on Route 93, about one-hundred and fifty miles, or three hours, to Sugar Hill, New Hampshire.

Neighboring the White Mountain National Forest, the town of Sugar Hill was, until 1962, part of Lisbon, New Hampshire. The new town, the second youngest in the state, was named for the vast array of sugar maples dotting its land. The population is less than one thousand.

Nearby Franconia Notch offers you some of the most serenely beautiful scenery as well as an opportunity to walk off those pancakes from Polly’s Pancake Parlor. The charming little restaurant is open weekends only from seven until two. The breakfast is the best, but sandwiches are also available.

I’ll be heading up that way soon to sign my new book, I Call Your Name, available on Kindle, through Mainly Murder Press, or it may be ordered through your local bookstore. A YouTube video is also ready for you to view at: http://youtu.be/yHj5q61VxcA

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