Archive for April 2013
Hope
It is spring in New England, that brief heart beat of a season that lives between freezing cold and scorching heat. When pink petals fall from the sky like snow. Miracles pop up from what was frozen ground only weeks ago. And for a single shining moment, anything is possible.
Read MoreAll That I Don't Know
Last Wednesday, halfway through that terrible week, I took my son and his friend hiking. I needed to be outside, to disconnect from the news, to work my muscles and remind myself that this grief, although it felt as though it had landed on my doorstep, didn’t belong to me. Because it feels as if…
Read MoreFor Boston With Love, Bad Language Included
My dad grew up in Southie. If you aren’t from Boston, aren’t from Massachusetts, that has different meaning for you. To me, it means afternoons spent at my grandmother’s house, listening to white boys wearing gold chains pass on the sidewalk outside, trying to understand what they said. It means going to the playground with…
Read MoreBoston, You're My Home
Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened. Gandolf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. Boston. I love…
Read MoreWriting Advice at the Bottom
I have been a slacker this winter. Oh, I have run on the treadmill, and hiked with the dog, but in terms of logging good, heart-pumping, want to keel over and die miles? Not so much. This is bad for so many reasons, the main one being that my mind, it goes like a hamster…
Read MoreChoose Your Adventure
I’ve been thinking a lot about the choose your adventure books that were popular when I was young. Remember those? You’d read a few pages, and then make a choice — turn to page 21 to search for the treasure in the mountain, skip to page 35 to search by the sea. Your choices determined…
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