by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 26, 2015 | 1 true thing, provincetown |
I’m back in Provincetown, and it’s 52 degrees heading to 48–heaven. I have on a sweater and a jacket and long pants and socks. Quite a change from the flip flops and shorts yesterday. I can see and hear the water. And I’ve already eaten... 
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 25, 2015 | 1 true thing |
This red dress is hanging in my study. I found it a few weeks ago when I was going through a bag of my daughter’s old clothes that my sister was returning. It’s the same red dress I wore across Europe when I was 10 years old and then to a birthday party... 
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 25, 2015 | about the current writer |
I have been looking into schedules. Even when we read physics, we inquire of each least particle, What then shall I do this morning? How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule... 
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 24, 2015 | 1 true thing |
Blank white price stickers from the grocery store. The roll of stickers was sitting there on top of the cereal boxes at just the right height for me to reach. They didn’t sell stickers at Woolworth’s, and they looked so cool… ~ 365 true things about... 
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 23, 2015 | 1 true thing |
I guess you can tell from my recent posts that I haven’t been doing much contemplating lately–nor much writing. Lots of living, though–waiting for babies to get born, rocking babies, organizing pantries, picking munchkins up from school, birthday...