Tag Archives: Boston

Atlas Shrugged

Posted on January 5, 2011 by Meg

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 →

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Did They Teach You That In Poet School?

Posted on January 3, 2011 by Meg

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 →

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Hyperbole and Exaggeration

Posted on September 9, 2010 by Meg

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 →

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Mission Park

Posted on August 30, 2010 by Meg

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 →

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Ten Years

Posted on July 2, 2010 by Meg

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 →

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More Than A Feeling

Posted on June 27, 2010 by Meg

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 →

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My Mother’s Daughter

Posted on November 2, 2004 by Meg

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 →

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