It’s almost December, and this year, that means just one thing. Baby Seamus is almost here! His due date is New Year’s Eve. But—already keeping... Read More
As I write, I watch heavy snowflakes cover brick sidewalks and coat tree limbs. It’s almost spring, but Boston is a sleepy winter wonderland—her denizens... Read More
It was another weekday morning—unremarkable except for the biting cold. I barreled into a coffee shop and took my place in the rather long line. ... Read More