Local adventures: art in conversation.
Last month, my guy and I headed to the MFA on a Saturday (thank goodness for library passes). Both the permanent collection and the rotating
Last month, my guy and I headed to the MFA on a Saturday (thank goodness for library passes). Both the permanent collection and the rotating
‘Tis the season for summer reading – which for me typically means mysteries, YA and lush, immersive novels. But I’m also reading some
It’s no secret I love a good mystery series, especially in the summer. But I admit my taste runs toward the American or Anglophone: Maisie Dobbs,
It seems so simple, so very basic: in order to talk about race, we have to name it first. This may – sometimes – be easier for people of color
Like so many people, I spent most of two years not going to the movies: first because the theaters were closed, then because I was nervous to go
Suddenly, it’s July – the heat is here, as are the occasional summer thunderstorms. Nine days to Walk for Music; a couple weeks until a getaway
Hello, friends. It’s nearly July, and June has been full – we’re ramping up for a huge fundraising event at work, dealing with staff turnover
Last month, my girl Jackie and I took off on a Saturday morning, heading north up Route 1 to Portsmouth, New Hampshire, about an hour from Boston.
June is flying by, and I’m flying through stacks of review and library books. Here’s what I have been reading: Empathy Economics: Janet
A couple times recently, I’ve heated up a frozen meal for lunch. On the surface, I suspect, that might not seem revolutionary. But it sort of is
My guy and I love a good bike ride, and he, in particular, can rarely resist a new trail. So when a friend of his told G about a recently completed
We are nearly halfway through June, and it’s finally (sometimes) sit-outside-and-read weather. Here’s what I have been reading: Fencing with
Recently, on a mild midweek evening, my guy and I ate dinner at his house and then went for a walk through the neighborhood. We have savored these
This weekend, my guy and I took a Sunday bike ride from his house to Harvard Square. We wandered the weekend farmers’ market, savored BLTs from
Hello, friends. It is June, somehow, and the world is purple and green: tall ruffled iris, big puffball alliums, flowering catmint, leggy