Posts by June Lemen
And one of the things that I was firmly convinced of was that the ability to figure out a mystery and the ability to complete a crossword were somehow entwined. It did not really matter, though, because I was hooked on both, forever.
I’ve been writing a lot of letters lately, probably in reaction to all the reading of old letters I’ve been
I have spent every free moment I’ve had in the past week reading old letters and sorting through jewelry. You can call it downsizing, or decluttering, or Swedish Death Cleaning — or anything you want to call it — I am sorting through my possessions and deciding what to do with them.
But when I woke up this morning, I was thinking about COVID, which came up in the play, and the 13-month shutdown we all experienced. The question I keep asking myself is, “Why did it not draw us closer together? And why is everything so broken now?”
When I woke up this morning and saw the sun, I nearly cried from joy. Well, relief, actually. And it’s not just because I felt as though mold was beginning to grow on my brain from the unrelieving gray, wet weather we’ve been experiencing lately, it is also because I can finally take Rilian out for a proper walk.
I have lived in my Nashua home for nearly 30 years. I inherited a garden from the previous owners, and always enjoy watching it wake up in the spring. This is the first time that I have had tulip leaves up so far in my garden on April 1st.
The Lemen children woke up nearly as early as we did on Christmas morning to search for our Easter baskets. I suspect that the grandmothers provided some of the Easter candy, too, because of the sheer size of the baskets.
First installment from columnist June Lemen, who brings you Lemenade – a balance of sweet and sour, but always refreshing.