My fiance and I are getting married. It is his second marriage and my first. Are there any “rules”? No, in traditional etiquette, the “rules” (if you want them) for second marriages only apply to second time (and subsequent) brides. First-time brides can enjoy all the trimmings and trappings of a firsttime wedding, regardless of how many previous marriages the…
Really Nice, But … The overall look of your magazine sophisticated, colorful and informative, especially to those living in the more urban areas. I just wonder, however, if it isn’t possible to combine urban and rural. By this remark, I don’t mean that my area of the state isn’t sophisticated in some ways (after all, many of those living in…
The first time I ever dug for buried treasure was on a visit to a house where my family once lived. I had to ask permission of the new residents, then I counted the concrete paving stones, retracing the mental map I had carried for more than 10 years, and pried up the secret stone. Beneath it I expected to…
Care for my garden while I’m gone. Water infrequently but deeply so the roots won’t get spoiled by good treatment and grow shallow. The sad droop of the plants and crumple of the soil will tell you when they’re thirsty. Make them suffer a little, then give them a good dousing. Keep an especially close eye on the plants in…
Grilled shrimp, shrimp cocktail, tequila shrimp, coconut shrimp, shrimp bisque, shrimp over rice … no, its not a line from the film “Forrest Gump,” it’s just a small fraction of the menu at this years Hampton Beach Seafood Festival. Don’t like shrimp? Then how about lobster rolls, fried clams, chicken tenders, barbecued ribs, clam chowder, ice cream, even deep-fried Oreos?…
Twenty years ago, if you mentioned fibromyalgia in conversation with a friend, the response would likely have been a blank look. Ten years ago, the response might have been, “It’s the disease of the ’90s, right? But is it real?” Fibromyalgia is indeed real. The American College of Rheumatology, the American Medical Association, the World Health Organization and the National…
Pull!” I said with all the authority I could muster. I was standing in an open field with 11 other women, a firearms expert, and a 12-gauge shotgun. I had brought the gun to eye level and made sure I could only see the bead, not the barrel itself. I had positioned my legs one ahead of the other and…
In my top dresser drawer — you know, the one that collects stuff like tie tacks and Chucky Cheese tokens and old campaign buttons — is a hunk of sandstone. It’s the sort of thing that will puzzle my survivors some day when they are cleaning out my stuff. “Why in the world did he keep this?” For the record,…
Shady Stuff I enjoyed the article by Jeff Rapsis on his memories of spending his summers on Hampton Beach. As a boy, I too spent my summers there and eventually put in 25 years as a police officer there. His memory is a bit shady, however, as there is no such street as Exeter St. in the beach or town….
However gently a physician informs a woman of test results that indicate the presence of breast cancer cells, she will hear a stark pronouncement: “You have breast cancer.” The fear of breast cancer is a gut-wrenching emotion. “Every woman thinks she is alone with this,” says Dr. Eric Bonnem, an oncologist affiliated with Portsmouth Regional Hospital. He encourages his patients…
