B.B. Boudreau

Novelist | Singer

Pulling Away from the Casket

I felt like I had never been to a funeral. I am 55 years old and have at least several dozen funerals under the soles of my feet. Still, I stood at the casket trying desperately to see her through that drawn, plastic expression creased with makeup she would never have worn. The hint of…

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Best Use of Green Tomatoes I’ve ever Tasted!!!!

Living in New England is just the best, but often the short summer leaves us with gobs of green tomatoes, and truthfully, do you like fried green tomatoes? I’ve tried, I don’t, and so the green tomatoes haunt me–until now. My very savvy food expert step-daughter, Anjal raved about this recipe, and she is right….

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Going to Chicago with Frank Delaney

Taking in a parent includes all of their stuff, and old people have a lot of it. In Mom’s case, I didn’t really mind, because she has some cool stuff she inherited from generations long gone. We incorporated her furnishings into our living space so she would feel at home. A couple of years prior,…

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The Lighter Side of Alzheimer’s

It sounds like an awful title. I’ve thought about writing this for months, wondering who I might offend, who might understand, who would care, wouldn’t care, etc., until I made myself crazy. Writers expose themselves to criticism as soon as the words go down on paper. And we’re almost all insecure to a person, so…

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A REASON TO NOT READ REVIEWS

The other day my husband bought a boat. This is not an unusual occurrence in my house. It was actually expected, since we were without a sailboat, which for us, is like being without a car for most people. We’ve been married 20 years, and in that time, he’s bought 7 or 8 boats, which…

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One Hour on Long Beach

The two young sisters mimic the twin Thacher Island lighthouses, except that one is taller than the other. The sisters, that is. Today’s major conundrum: “Is the tide coming or going?” I had a head start on the answer – I was here this morning. “I’m not really a beach person,” taunts my inner voice. But…

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Dawn on Rockport Road

Dawn. The renewal of the earth – every day. A chill in the air draws jackets tighter. A symphony echoes through the neighborhood. Without the disruption of people noise, ocean waves that have finally found the shore sigh with rhythmic breath just down the way. Dawn is absent people noise, and nature takes the stage….

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Opening Day

Why do we reserve these words for sports? There are other types of “opening” days—days that come only once a year and then are gone for the next 12 months. Just like sports. No one schedules them, writes them on the calendar or draws up an agenda to make sure all the tasks are finished…

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Crossing the Stream

Just passed the half-way mark. There is a definite sense of going up hill to the middle of the Gulf Stream, then downhill to the finish line. A feeling of awe leaves me numb, unable to do anything else but just BE HERE. The Stream, as it is known to mariners is a living, breathing…

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At Home with Juno

There is a certain magic to being snowed in. It feels helpless and thrilling all at once. There is also a particular emotion that is reserved for those days – those days when you wake up and realize that you aren’t going anywhere. Since childhood, this emotion feels exactly the same, only then it was…

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