“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
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
The Boston Marathon is tomorrow. In honor of the run, it’s time to reflect on marathon adages such as, you don’t start to train for
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
How does your brain vacation? Mine does it with a Big Orange Sunday. A trip to the annual Hanging (Orange) Nasturtiums at the Isabella Stewart
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
Saint Patrick’s Day, unmistakable bright kelly green and drunken revelers. Have I really done 10 years of blog posts and never wrote on this? In