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Don't touch," she cautioned as she had before. She pulled her mind back down. "I'm fine."
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Always a sucker for blue eyes, she was relieved to be released.
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It's like you get started in one direction and pick up speed, and you may forget where you're going and why,but the momentum takes you there anyway. Only, you find out when you arrive that it isn't where you wanted to be.
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life-lessons
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By six-twenty she'd begun to fear that he had been tied up longer than expected. The switchboard was off; he couldn't get through if he tried.
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Percodan. One every four hours for pain. P. Demery, M.D." So the directions read, and Ryan had no problem with them. What he did have problem with was the fact that the prescription was made out to an R. Hart and came from a pharmacy in Chicago." --
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She shifted in her chair, eyeing her front door with trepidation as she began to wonder if something might be wrong. What if he'd been hurt somewhere--if he'd been in an automobile accident or, more bizarre but nonetheless
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Annie took his hand. She kissed it and held it to the pulse point at her neck. She didn't speak. Words would have been an intrusion on what was happening between them. She could almost see the tiny ends of the soul-wire that had been severed in October, winding around each other, knotting, connecting in a way that she doubted would ever again come undone. That was how she wanted it.
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Barbara Delinsky |
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A person couldn't wipe out the memories that shaped her being. She was a blend of past, present, and future.
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Wingback chairs had been originally designed to protect their occupants either from drafts or the heat of a fire.
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Barbara Delinsky |
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And so it went. Smiling, Annie might have liked to freeze the moment in time. These three, so precious to her, were in synch with each other. There was a feeling of excitement and hope.
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Then J.D. appeared at the door. He was alone. She found Sam's eyes. They were filled with defeat. She was about to go to him when his face suddenly brightened. Glancing toward J.D., she saw Michael come up from behind. He was wearing a new blazer and slacks, looking adorable and terribly grown-up. Annie felt a great swelling fullness inside as Sam excused himself and strode across the room. He stopped several yards from Michael and waited. ..
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Tom was not. "Seems to me," he said, "that she's at her drawing board evenings more than she's watching TV, and that you're the one who uses the sitting room for"
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No, Jack Ramsey didn't look like a spa person. He lifted weights. Tom couldn't imagine him in an aerobics class, much less wrapped in seaweed.
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Barbara Delinsky |
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MICHAEL WAS STILL FILMING. HE HAD ALREADY used up two cartridges recording the nervousness in the waiting room and was working on the third. Things were getting monotonous. But he kept filming. It was either that or fall asleep, and he refused to fall asleep. He didn't care if it was four in the morning, he wasn't missing the birth of Leigh's baby. Of course, it might have been nice if they'd let him into the delivery room with Leigh and Jo..
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Barbara Delinsky |
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It's a girl!" he cried, and stood there, not quite knowing what to do, until the others crowded around him, hugging him, hugging each other, laughing, crying, asking questions. A girl. Michael should have known. "How big is she?" "Who does she look like?" "How's Leigh?" "When can we see them?" The babbling continued nonstop until, shortly thereafter, Jon was allowed to carry his daughter into the hall just outside the delivery room, where t..
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Sam snapped his fingers and crooked a finger his way. "Get over here, Michael. This is your niece." Michael joined the group. His gait was slightly unsteady, though not because of any lingering effects of the accident. Those were pretty much gone. He intended to be point guard this year, and he intended to be a starter. No, the shakiness had to do with the sense of witnessing awesome things in the here and now. Without a thought to the camc..
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Barbara Delinsky |
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It was the women's movement that did it, told us we could be everything, but we can't. We can't be mothers and wives at the same time that we're professors. It just doesn't work. Someone always gets gypped.
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Blaming the wine would have been taking the easy way out. Annie refused to do that. Rather, she buttoned her blouse with raggedy fingers and said, "I was thinking of my husband. That's the problem. I was using you, but you shouldn't be a stand-in for someone else. You deserve more."
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Remember my mother--how much she suffered before she died, how thin and gray she seemed after so much surgery? I don't picture her that way anymore. I picture her as she was before she got sick.
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Organ donation is the stuff of which dreams are made," he began. "Literally. In a given year, there may be 4,000 people waiting for 2,000 donated hearts, and 4,000 people waiting for 1,000 donated lungs. Livers? Probably 18,000 people will wait, 6,000 will get, and another 2,000 will die waiting. And the numbers are even higher when we talk about kidneys--60,000 people waiting, 15,000 getting, 4,000 dying while they wait. By the way, the su..
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Barbara Delinsky |
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clients. They're always there. You do have to worry, and look at the practice you've built. Give me a rundown on today's list." Casey could count on Brianna to boost her morale. "Two phobias, the low self-esteem, three adjustment disorders, and one panic attack."
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Barbara Delinsky |
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No mother loves her children the same. Each one is different.
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Turning off the machines is a technicality. Her mind is already gone. Her spirit lingers, but it's tied to her bed because we are. If we want it free, we have to do this for her." Molly heard an echo of her father and saw no inconsistency. Yes, Robin's soul was in heaven. Her spirit, though, was different. It was the part of her that lived on in everyone she left behind. In that regard, what Kathryn said made sense."
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he didn't look as much like a user as a man who had lost someone near and dear. She let it go. Wasn't that the lesson of the week? Anger accomplished nothing. Denial was a crutch.
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Some say life is a roller coaster. I see it as riding a wave. You're out there on your board and everything is calm--" "Excuse me," she broke in. "You never surfed." "I did," he insisted, all innocence. "Well, I tried. I was never particularly good at it, but I did get the drift. You're out there in a huge ocean, straddling that board. The water is smooth, but deceptive. You know the waves are moving, and you watch and wait, and suddenly yo..
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Barbara Delinsky |
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She hated rain. It came at the worst times, defied prediction, and made life messy.
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Charlotte Evans was used to feeling grungy. As a freelancer, she traveled on a shoestring, getting stories other writers did not, precisely because she wasn't fussy about how she lived. In the last twelve months, she had survived dust while writing about elephant keepers in Kenya, ice while writing about the spirit bear of British Columbia, and flies while writing about a family of nomads in India.
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writer
explorer
freelancer
survival
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Barbara Delinsky |
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There, on the far side of of the Atlantic, would be Maine, but despite the shared ocean, her island and this one were worlds apart. Where Inishmaan was gray and brown, its fragile man-made soil supporting only the hardiest of low-growing plants, the fertile Quinnipeague invited tall pines in droves, not to mention vegetables, flowers, and improbable, irrepressible herbs. Lifting her head, eyes closed now, she breathed in the damp Irish air ..
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nature
charlotte-evans
maine-woods
scents
maine
quinnipeague
summer
weather
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Putting an elbow on the drafting table and her chin in her palm, she simply looked at him. She wasn't angry. To the contrary. She had her lips pressed together; she was clearly trying not to smile--and he loved this about her, this good nature. Of course, that didn't solve his current problem. "You think this is funny?" he asked. "Actually," the corner of her mouth"
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Barbara Delinsky |
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that," he added before she could, "because someone needs to be around here to buy the food and see to the house and the kids." He patted the air. "I know that, Sarah. I'm the first one to say that your role is as important as mine, it's just that the demands are different." He put a hand on the back of his neck."
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Barbara Delinsky |
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She turned the water on again, rinsed a dish, put it in the dishwasher. "I know you didn't have jewelry." She listened. "Yes, Mother, other women would love what I have, but that's not the point. The point is that a gift lacks something if I have to dictate exactly"
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Whether she was writing to tell her followers about a local cheesemaker, a new farm-to-table restaurant, or what to do with an exotic heirloom fruit that was organically produced and newly marketed, she spent hours each day scouring Philadelphia and the outlying towns for material.
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nicole-carlysle
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Barbara Delinsky |
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to wear every day, not big things that are only for dress." Another pause. "Yes, they were very expensive, but expensive doesn't make them right. I buy costume jewelry that I love, and I wear it all the time, because"
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Barbara Delinsky |
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I go to farmers' markets all the time. Field-to-table is so my thing. But none of the herbs at any of them comes close to island herbs. Those herbs make Quinnie food- well, those herbs and freshness. Quinnipeague was growing organic and cooking local before farm-to-table was a movement, but, still, we think of the herbs first. I can't write about island cooking without talking about them, but I can't not talk about the people, either. That'..
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field-to-table
food-blogger
foodies
island-herbs
local-cooking
quinnipeague
nicole-carlysle
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Barbara Delinsky |
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Remember the first time you ever came? Tell the truth. You were dreading it." His brown eyes laughed warmly. "What wasn't to dread? A godforsaken island in the middle of the Atlantic-" "It's only eleven miles out." "Same difference. If it didn't have a hospital, it wasn't on my radar screen." "You thought there'd be dirt roads and nothing to do." He gave a wry chuckle. Between lobstering, clamming, and sailing, then movie nights at the chur..
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maine
nicole-and-julian
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Barbara Delinsky |
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4dd9e15
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Clams served on Quinnipeague were dug from the from the flats hours before cooking, and the batter, which was exquisitely light, held bits of parsley and thyme. Other fried clams couldn't compare.
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cooking
quinnipeague
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Barbara Delinsky |
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While Nicole drove off in search of recipes for fish hash, clam fritters, and salmon quiche, Charlotte settled in the Chowder House with Dorey Jewett, who, well beyond the assortment of chowders she always brought to Bailey's Brunch, would be as important a figure in the book as any. They sat in the kitchen, though Dorey did little actual sitting. Looking her chef-self in T-shirt, shorts, and apron, if she wasn't dicing veggies, she was cla..
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chef
chowder
dorey-jewett
recipes
restaurants
seafood
interview
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0c973b2
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Dorey says the key to chowder is letting the ingredients cure in the pot for a day before dishing it up, which is counterintuitive since fried clams are best right after they're dug. Personally, I think it's the chives in the chowder." Pensive, she studied her empty bowl. "Or the bacon. Or the parsley." Her eyes rose. "Maybe it's just the butter. Since Dorey's chowder is Maine style, more milk than cream, the butter shines."
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ingredients
nicole-carlysle
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Barbara Delinsky |
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43e11a2
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Nao existe vantagem alguma em fazer as coisas do dia para a noite, porque para fazer direito precisamos de planejamento.
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vantagem
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Barbara Delinsky |
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16b76c2
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As vezes nao e divertido fazer escolhas. Algumas vezes se trata de escolher entre o menor dos dois males.
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Barbara Delinsky |
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In the kitchen, she made passionflower tea, turning the jar of loose leaves in her hand while a teaspoon's worth steeped in her mug. The tea was local, made from an herb that rarely grew in New England but did on Quinnipeague. A natural sedative, passionflower was another of Cecily Cole's gems. The tea was still steeping when she decided she was hungry. On impulse, she took a jar of strawberry jam from the cupboard. It, too, was local, put ..
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tea
passionflower
strawberry-jam
vanilla-beans
nicole-carlysle
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French toast? Frittata? Definitely frittata. Leaving the table again, she transferred a small packet from freezer to fridge. It was salmon, home-smoked on the island and more delicious than any she had ever found elsewhere. Smoked salmon wasn't Cecily's doing, but the dried basil and thyme she took from the herb rack were. Taking a vacuum-sealed package of sun-dried tomatoes from the cupboard, she set it on the counter beside the herbs. Fri..
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frittata
ingredients
nicole-carlysle
table-setting
flowers
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Barbara Delinsky |
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d6d3f3e
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bright May morning, with the
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Barbara Delinsky |
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I understand Tom's got a good business going now." Sheila nodded. "Computers. He's taught me a lot about them. They're not really so bad. Oh, they don't pick up the dirty laundry or do boring case reports or--" she glanced down "--fix rum and Cokes, but they're pretty clever when it comes to things intellectual." She drawled the last for every syllable it was worth."
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