“We’re all imprisoned in the castle of our skins,” starts Nikki Giovanni’s “Poem for Nina.” My mom met Nina Simone, whom the poem is dedicated
Balancing on Unstable Surfaces
Reflections on the challenges of balancing life in a constantly shifting world
“We’re all imprisoned in the castle of our skins,” starts Nikki Giovanni’s “Poem for Nina.” My mom met Nina Simone, whom the poem is dedicated
Do you see what you don’t know or do you rationalized. I thought I noticed everything. I’m new to Boston, I walk everywhere, so of
The NCAA Basketball Playoffs started this week. It’s my spring break, spring cleaning, the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. This week’s dose
My friend Barb’s mother said, there is no bad weather, just bad clothing choices. Hence, I devised winter math. My clothes/layers have a numerical temperature
A friend and I debated the merits of Dawn versus Palmolive. Things not discussed unless you are one of us. Chomp Wall cleaner, amazing for
I attended an innovation conference in Cambridge this week. At some point, there was a mass of people stuck and someone yelled “pivot1.” I laughed