Michael McAuliffe
The early morning walk with Scout, who remains a puppy at heart even as she approaches the age of two, is a duty, but it’s also an act of solace. We both need the outdoors.
Our family’s recent puppy acquisition was the result of an intervention.
A full boat too far out before the gale
A stark sun shining in the late September day
The red fishing shanty in Menemsha is a humble structure.
During a trail walk on a Vineyard morning, I think of Marvin Rosenberg, my late father in law.
I stand on the outside ring of concrete at the Baltimore airport (Friendship for the very oldest of you reading this), waiting for my son Adin.