Tag Archives: Boston
Atlas Shrugged
On New Year’s Eve, I took the train to Boston, where I met up with Marcus to drive the rest of the way up to Maine. Marcus had told me a few days before that he’d looked up our route … Continue reading
Did They Teach You That In Poet School?
Marcus and I are drinking coffee at Harvard Square on a Sunday afternoon just before Christmas. Ok, I’m drinking enough coffee for both of us, and he’s regaling me with stories from academia. My friend Marcus is an actual working … Continue reading
Hyperbole and Exaggeration
So apparently it’s lame to write a post about how much I love the Boston commuter rail. They have wifi now, and even though it’s pretty spotty, playing Facebook games is far superior to driving. Instead I’ll tell you about … Continue reading
Mission Park
I went to the Mission Park premiere and reception at the Brattle Theater the other night. Bethie wanted to turn back when we saw the limos and camera flashes, but I’m a blogger! That means jeans are the perfect ensemble … Continue reading
Ten Years
Bethie and I met up with a bunch of my college friends at Eric’s new condo, for lots of shrieking and hugging and laughing. Oh, and wine. It took about six seconds for me to feel at home again. A lot … Continue reading
More Than A Feeling
I’m visiting my awesome sister in Boston now. We had a salon last night where she played me some songs she’s working on and I read her my latest story. In a lot of ways, New England is home to … Continue reading
My Mother’s Daughter
It’s finally time for me to admit it. I’m my mother’s daughter. Usually women have to wait until they have kids or a husband to realize they’re turning into their mothers, but I got a jump on the game. My … Continue reading
