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Losing Our Community

Many years ago, when the only cars my boys cared about were built out of Lego, we planted daffodil bulbs. The wind was blowing, the sky rushed overhead, and a shower hung out on the Sound, while Angel Rays shone over Cisco. We used a small trowel, knelt in the backyard, and planted the bulbs every couple feet along a stone wall. Afterwards, we had lemonade, chocolate chip cookies, and watched Monsters, Inc for the hundredth time.

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Nantucket Book Festival Art Contest Winner Chosen

Nantucket Book Festival Art Contest winner is Marianne Kelley, whose art was chosen from 39 entries with a vote by the Nantucket Book Festival Committee. This art will be featured on 2023 Festival posters, program cover, website, and social media.  Kelley lives on Nantucket year-round. She is a regular patron […]