Author: Maureen Stiles

Six Degrees of Separation

Photo | Mac Kennedy The 2018-19 football season was dedicated to teammate Tyler Terry, who died of an undiagnosed heart defect last year. This season, the entire team wore practice jerseys and helmets emblazoned with Terry’s number 6.

In numerology, the number six is nicknamed the motherhood number; the protector looking out for everyone around it. It has its flaws for sure, but at its heart, six is a compassionate leader. In the Quince Orchard community, we saw…

A Big Block of Cheese

These are troubling times, my friends. Amid all the insanity, every now and then you see a headline that makes you say, “Enough.” A simple sentence that signals your limit and leaves you questioning all that you thought you knew.…

First Person

Pioneer Days There is a fine line between blind optimism and denial. I was never so keenly aware of this balance than when my cell phone went blank one Sunday afternoon. For weeks the screen would intermittently flash colors and…

First Person

Chopped The best thing about this whole writing gig is the ability to work from home. What’s even better is that I don’t bother feigning any sort of professionalism by toiling away in my home office. Nope, I wander all…

First Person: The Sky Is the Limit

Remember the solar eclipse back in August? We all put on glasses we hoped wouldn’t scorch our retinas and stared right into the sun. We weren’t sure about the science of it all, but we looked anyway. Then, we went…

Let the Flag Uncurl

Welp, the Winter Olympics are a wrap. I don’t know about you, but this one was sort of weird for me. The time difference made for more human interest reporting than live action. I am fully aware now that Hoda…

First Person: Stormy Weather

People assume that writers have the right words for any occasion. That theory may hold true if you give me ample time to craft something. However, there are times when I have been known to stumble all over myself. Wakes…

Falling Back

I sort of get the whole Daylight Savings gig, what with the kids and the bus stop and all that. Yet, when the time change rolled around this year, I found myself jealous of all the New Englanders petitioning to…

Phonetics

This is a tale of survival. I share it with the intent of helping others if ever they find themselves in the same harrowing circumstances. Take heed, people, because if I can survive without a phone for 48 hours, there…

Summer Snapshots

Well, it is official: Summer is a wrap. We have the dog swim as solid proof. We were short on relaxation this year with jobs, sports and bizarre staph infections but there were some highlights. Here are my random thoughts…