by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 22, 2015 | 1 true thing |
One summer I ran the tennis courts at my high school. In college I worked as a waitress at a sandwich shop. The summer after I graduated I worked as a receptionist at my father’s company. The year after I graduated I was the first female Assistant to the...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 21, 2015 | 1 true thing, provincetown |
The exterminator has already been here, I’ve got mail to go through, the grocery store, a growing list of errands that includes two Christmas returns, a suitcase to unpack, piles to organize. When I was in Provincetown I would come here first, often before I was...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 20, 2015 | 1 true thing, provincetown |
It’s a travel day. I’m headed home to Georgia from my writing week in Provincetown. And I enjoy these days. I adore airports. I like all the activity. It’s surprising that some people can get on a plane with only a small purse. I can’t imagine...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 19, 2015 | 1 true thing |
In the interest of the whole truth, I must follow my being rich in family with my equally strong need/desire for time to myself. I’ve always felt this. The summer I was a brand-new teen-ager, I set off to Vermont by myself for two months of camp. My last year as...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 18, 2015 | 1 true thing, memory |
On one of my birthdays, Lilli, my grandmother, wrote me a several-page letter (blue ink, a schoolteacher’s script) about the day I was born in Rapid City, South Dakota, her and my grandfather’s trip to see me, and our trip back to Georgia three weeks...
