By Esther C. Baird. First published in the Ipswich Local News, January 5, 2023 Well, here we are again, staring down another New Year with all our hopes and dreams for world peace, no global pandemics, a calm election cycle, or — look, I’d settle for just a nap. I’d also settle for a car…
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Dressing Up Spring
April 9, 2022 By Esther C. Baird (currently in between publication in Boston based newspapers) Spring clean-ups are happening in the neighborhood which means it’s Delusional Spring in our world. I try to be optimistic this time of year, but winter was long and cold and a bit of a drag. This fake, spring-like mode,…
Longing For Human Connection
By Esther C. Baird First Published in the Chronicle Transcript Apr. 29, 2021 This year has been low on random human interactions. We’ve been locked away from the side comments of our favorite grocery clerk, from the gas attendant who dances at night by the light of the pumps, and from the sing-songy barista at…
Prepping for Vacation
First Published in the Tri-Town Transcript on Jul. 16, 2015 It’s the week before our summer vacation, or what I call, prep week. You know, the week you need before vacation to properly over-prepare and hyper-stress the family. This way any vacation, anywhere at all, will be relaxing by comparison. You can ignore prep week, but…
[Road] Tripping Into Winter
By Esther C. Baird/Tri-Town Transcript columnist First Published in the Tri-Town Transcript January 1, 2014 Well it’s January. The lights are still twinkling on many houses, but the Christmas trees are yellowed and the stores are onto Valentine’s Day. The reason for sequins, holiday cookies, and sugar-rimmed cocktails has vanished into the winter mist. The…
Resisting the Mini-Van’s Siren Call
By Esther Baird First Published in the Beverly Citizen, May 16, 2007 And then there were two. Our new daughter, seven weeks old as of this typing, is doing great; our older daughter is adjusting nicely considering we didn’t name the baby “Avenue.” As for my husband and me, we are seeing double. We now…