By Mary Litchfield Tuel I have spent years in therapy trying to get the critical inner voice of my mother to pipe down, without success. Having realized that, I thought if I can’t get her to move out, I might as well mine her for material. My mother was fond of telling me that I…
Island Voices
My Little Slice of Heaven
By Mary Litchfield Tuel The cat jumped up on me, and he was wet. I thought maybe he had slobbered all over himself, but as I toweled him off, I looked out the window and saw the leaves on the apple tree bouncing with raindrops. Earlier, before it rained, I swept off the front porch. That…
Island Voices
Groovy Man, Far Out
By Mary Tuel When the Loop folded its tent and crept away last summer, I thought, well, that’s that. I was recovering from a broken back at the time, and that took up a lot of time and energy. So, I blessed The Loop and let it go in peace. Then word came that The…