It’s been three years and at least once a week, I find myself saying aloud, I love Boston. There is some event, some moment, some
Reflections on the challenges of balancing life in a constantly shifting world
It’s been three years and at least once a week, I find myself saying aloud, I love Boston. There is some event, some moment, some
“In my opinion” is problematic. It’s used as a disclaimer by provocateurs. No, you know what you said; you meant to provoke. We’ve lost the
I write on a schedule and publish once a week. I’ve gone according to plan for 12 years, until last week. I had a post,
HENRY…Busted!!! Yup, that’s what she says. For the last 36 years, I thought those were the closing lyrics to the B-52s’ “Love Shack.” The whole song
I am so tempted to respond, “Whatever I want,” when people ask, “What do you do?” I am lazy, so I will just say I’m
After 12 years and 642 posts, this one is late, published on a Tuesday and not a Monday, because of a weekend of asymmetrical goodbyes.