Essex County seems to breed women who get things done.
What keeps us human is the shared experience of living.
Nothing ever blossomed through neglect.
I was a success because of teachers and administrators who helped me.
Memories of my father center on his death and not his life.
In her death, she gave us the one thing we needed most—our family.
That in the ocean’s enormity, we can find peace in our insignificance.
Nothing was the same in the library of my memories.
No matter how much we might want to give up, it is worth holding on for the ones we love.
At the heart of who we are, we belong to the towns that raised us.