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SHELTER The Art of Caring: February 3-28, 2021 A Community Exhibit at the Arts League of Lowell Eligibility Writers & poets living or working in Lowell may submit one poem or flash fiction piece that speaks to the Shelter theme. Theme: SHELTER Shelter can be defined in many ways –…
Read More »A classic that we’ve posted previously . . . The Perfect Tree by Henri Marchand We begin the holiday season again engaged in a debate of vital importance. It’s an annual and endless argument that we look forward to every December—what qualifies as the perfect Christmas tree? Over the years…
Read More »BÉBÉ and Me by Louise Peloquin My mother lost her first child, a girl. Two years later, I showed up at Saint Joseph’s Hospital, another girl. Both my parents were thrilled with their strong, healthy child and gender didn’t weigh in on their love at first sight. The little girl…
Read More »Today is the 79th anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, which was the home port of the United State Pacific Fleet. At attack was a complete surprise and brought the United States into World War II. On December 7, 2017, I was the guest speaker at the Greater…
Read More »My latest book, State Elections in Lowell: 1970-2020, is now ready for purchase from the Lulu.com print-on-demand service. The book covers all Massachusetts state elections held during the past 50 years. For each election, the book shows candidate names and vote totals for all Federal and state offices that appeared…
Read More »Lowell City Walk Sketch: Lord Overpass By George Chigas My favorite city walk these days is to leave my apartment on Middle Street, walk up Central, turn right on Jackson and cut through the Justice Center to see the current progress on the Lord Overpass project. During the last few…
Read More »Time to Call 911? By Jack McDonough I wish I had a computer like the ones on TV cop shows. Know what I mean? The lieutenant says, “Officer Suzie. Find out what you can about this guy John Smith. We need it fast.” Suzie, who is a knockout by the…
Read More »November 22, 1963 By Mike McCormick Silent prayers poured from my heart as I trudged through lifeless leaves, walking directly home from St. James School. After dinner, Dad suggested we drive to the River. He downshifted the jeep into the blackness of a vacant lot, killed the engine, lit a…
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