There’s something beautiful and poignant about spending time with the person you experienced the wild ride & trials of peak adolescence with. I don’t remember being cool – I remember being manic, wild, and free, full of laughter and tears. We would dip into an endless bucket of comedic genius and guffaw until our bodies … More Mixed Tape
The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum was a unique art museum in Boston – the last place I planned to visit, and highly recommended by a friend! Modeled after a Venetian palazzo, the museum was several stories tall, filled with a garden, paintings, furniture, textiles, and more. After receiving a large inheritance from her father, she … More The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum
White petals are falling. I’m walking through a park. I don’t know where I am, but I am walking parallel to the Charles River Esplanade, through a park stretching several blocks. It is lined with trees and benches and Victorian brownstone mansions. Every few minutes, I fish for a Kleenex. Boston has trees. A lot … More Along the Charles Rivers
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Spent all day traveling. It was a leisurely and peaceful journey. The plane was half empty. Aside from a few snafus, it was pleasant. (I ended up moving away from the old man next to me, with the help of a socially astute flight attendant. This is not the first Delta attendant who has kindly … More Boston Bound