In the South End, it’s easy for your eyes to flit by ghost architecture, like skipping a prologue in a fantasy novel, or falling asleep on a train. In all instances you eventually get to where you want to go, but you miss the scenery.
Getting the Sandwich Home, Part 2
The abandoned brown sandwich bag had oil spots that grew with every passing moment.
Getting the Sandwich Home, Part 1
Now that he was ten, he could do more.
For Sale, Cracked Screen
There are two sides to Blackstone Park - like the city planner painted one side of the map and folded it in two, so that each side of Washington street could have its own mirror image. The pathways that emanate diagonally from the center fountains are som
I looked at the circles on the ground and wondered what they were for - I remembered playing hopscotch when I was a little girl, but this wasn’t hopscotch
Hiding the Bears
My Dad did not spend his days pre-family wanting to be a Dad.
When I sell my work at the university, I don’t know what to charge. We have these sales, these open-house art sales, and you set yourself up next to your friends and then people come buy your art like it’s meat at a market. Fancy meat, at a fancy market, maybe, but the simile stands.
My Mom asked me what my New Year’s Resolution was, and I told her, "I’m going to get married." She didn’t laugh, even though it was a joke.
The dogs bark for snow
The sun was shining, but the dogs knew better.
Autumn for cowards
Having a warm autumn day seemed almost too good be true. A gift, from up high, or from somewhere.