Comments for Karen Cushman

Comment on Bill Harley by Anne M.

Anne M. — Wed, 11 May 2022 18:47:26 +0000

Thanks, Bill, for all the wonderful years of songs and stories you’ve provided so many. I’m Seekonk born and bred and you’ve taught me a thing or two in this interview.

Comment on My Aunt Joan by Alison

Alison — Fri, 24 Jan 2020 05:22:49 +0000

What a lovely sentiment to my Mom! Thanks, Karen. BTW – she taught me to knit with similar results.

Comment on Reading Past, Present, and Future by Janet Carey

Janet Carey — Thu, 05 Dec 2019 17:41:04 +0000

Thanks for sharing these with us. I just ordered them for my stack. Enjoy the reading time while you wait for the editorial letter on your newest tale.
-Janet Lee Carey

Comment on Grandma’s House by Karen

Karen — Wed, 04 Dec 2019 16:38:19 +0000

Sorry, Mel. How did you turn out so sweet and loving?

Comment on Grandma’s House by Karyn Friedman-Everham

Karyn Friedman-Everham — Tue, 03 Dec 2019 18:48:00 +0000

I love this. Thank you for sharing your grandma, Karen.

Comment on Grandma’s House by Becky

Becky — Tue, 03 Dec 2019 17:43:32 +0000

Lovely tribute. Just yesterday I talked with a friend about her lack of ever knowing a grandparent–all died before or soon after she was born. What a terrible void to have in your life.

Comment on Grandma’s House by Melanie

Melanie — Tue, 03 Dec 2019 16:02:18 +0000

I wonder, if your grandma and grandpa had written about you, Duffy and Karen, would they have written as movingly and poetically as their grandkids have about them? My nonni didn’t speak English and I never spent a night at their houses. Maria Zaninelli, mom’s mom, would always say to me, “Fa niza girl. You ‘elpa you mom.” Emilia Bortolanza, dad’s mom from the North, never said anything directly to me that I remember. My nonno made wine and grape juice from the Concord grapes he grew in their backyard. The odor when he opened the cellar doors nearly made us drunk.

Comment on Grandma’s House by Art (Duffy) Lipski

Art (Duffy) Lipski — Tue, 03 Dec 2019 14:12:52 +0000

I, too, love my grandma. She was the mistress of safety. When my wife and children visited from our home in Kentucky, grandma made sure that we had lots of covers on our beds and on our bodies even though it was hot, muggy summer and all the windows had been painted shut.

Grandpa was my hero. We would spend hours in the basement straightening old bent nails. Time for a break? We would go upstairs for a Hershey bar and a glass of grape juice…always diluted with water. Lasts longer that way.

Comment on Los Angeles by Nancy Gleason

Nancy Gleason — Fri, 22 Nov 2019 16:53:24 +0000

Oh, my heart is heavy for you. I left so much behind in Beverly and again in Ohio. The rest of the many moves did no damage because I had grown tougher, confident and very self assured.

Comment on Los Angeles by Caroline Starr Rose

Caroline Starr Rose — Tue, 19 Nov 2019 14:23:05 +0000

Lovely