Never quite a finish line
Yesterday was one of the finest days in Boston: Marathon Monday. Spectators line the streets from Hopkinton to Copley Square […]
Boston
Just before dawn
When I first met my husband, and we were living hours apart and still figuring out if we were going
The shower and the snow
This time last year I was home on medical leave, and my soon-to-be-husband was working morning shifts. He would wake
To want something other than vengeance
This morning Boston awoke to read something extraordinary, yet somehow not unexpected, from one of the families most impacted by the
Before the blizzard
The fourth Tuesday in January was not my first blizzard. A wicked nor’eastah was blowing in to Boston, and we