A Lovely Young Woman
They don’t know what happened. They don’t know why she died. The hospital doesn’t know either. They will have to examine her to determine the...
One Awesome Piece of Paper
FINALLY! The piece of paper upon which all our pieces of paper are based! And it totally belongs here in Boston, at the Museum of...
Being Thankful for Thanksgiving
It was all love and happiness, that first Thanksgiving, what with the Pilgrims and the Indians all playing nice, and the table groaning under the...
Boston’s Life after the Bombing
I am a Bostonian. I was born in Boston, my sister was born in Boston, my parents were born in Boston. They met in Boston,...
London-ating
I went to London. Not exactly recently, but I went. I went where I wanted, did what I wanted, ate what I wanted. It was...
Visiting the Roslindale Farmer’s Market
We walked up to the Roslindale Farmer’s Market this morning. Then we walked back home. You can do that when you live in the city.
Gratitudinally Yours
2010, last day. My year has been a good one: we are happy and healthy, our financial situation is stable, and there have been no...
Winging it
The Museum of Fine Arts, Boston has a present for you. For you, for me, for everyone. We didn’t tie a bow around it, but...
Playing Dress Up
If you were a woman of certain means (meaning, a lot of means) and had some fancy-do-dah where to go—your husband’s night club, say, or...
Aw Hell, my Hotmail got Hacked
Last week, I was up early and checking e-mail. I checked on an e-mail account I have with a client, and discovered I had sent...