Women’s March 2018 in Portsmouth: ‘Like Your Life Depends On It’
Susan Dromey Heeter of Dover took to the streets of Portsmouth to photograph the more than 1,000 people who marched in Women’s March 2018 on Saturday.
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Susan Dromey Heeter is a writer from Dover who recently let her hair go au natural white. Writing has been her passion since her English majoring days at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. Dromey Heeter has lived in The Netherlands, Alaska and currently basks in all things New England, including the frigid winters. An avid swimmer, Dromey Heeter’s great passion is to bring back body surfing as most children have no idea how to ride waves without ridiculous boogie boards.
Susan Dromey Heeter of Dover took to the streets of Portsmouth to photograph the more than 1,000 people who marched in Women’s March 2018 on Saturday.
Joyful Musings and Family Memories: Things were different in 1973. Summer vacations might include a hitchhiker coming along at the last minute and discovering the thrill of some old-fashioned “moral vandalism.”
Joyful Musings: In the photo above, the woman fourth from the right is my mom Nancy; she smiles between her two good friends, Mrs. Ryan and Mrs. Donnellan. Between them they had 24 children – my mother with the smallest brood of only six.
Joyful Musings: Tell Susan your tale of growing up with too many siblings. Actually one could be too many. Let’s hear it.
Skate. Ski. Walk. Cover your face, of course, but take off your pajamas and get outside, beneath the sky.
My most recent adventure has been to aisle 5 of Market Basket. I believe the closest I’ll get to an iceberg are the mounds created by the snow plows.
Santa Claus number one is Exhausted Santa. He’s got kids climbing all over him, he’s ready to keel over, ready to climb under the covers until July. He’s done. Exhausted.
I laughed with my brother over our connection of attendance at thousands of wakes, remembering how going to a wake was a night out with one or both parents, kneeling in front of a corpse a major part of our childhood.
Eileen was the cool kid who grew up across the street on Florentine Gardens in Springfield, Massachusetts. I’d known Eileen long enough to remember her family dog Pierre roaming the neighborhood.
In a world where vegan, gluten-free and paleo seem to be taking over the lexicon of every dietary conversation, it’s a relief to know potato chips can still star.