Like every other kid, I loved the original Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory. The day I made my First Communion, my parents said I could have anything I wanted for dinner. This was a big deal. I requested Chicken McNuggets and fries from McDonald’s, adding that I wanted to consume this sophisticated feast on… Read More Thanks, Gene
I could practically hear my friend Amie giggling through the text. She sent me an image of a note she had scrawled and left on someone’s windshield. She noticed this someone heading in to the café to grab the requisite morning jolt in a cup. Arrested by whatever makes up that funky alchemy responsible for… Read More When the Carpe Calls
I’ve lived in New England my whole life and have never been berry picking. The picking of fruit and such has grown into a very big industry throughout the region. I caught my first glimpse of the nascent picking-pa-looza in the late-1990s on a trip to visit my cousin and her family in New York’s… Read More Obey The Berry
A few months ago a couple of friends tricked me into running with them. Tricked. It’s more of a jog, really, they said. Hucksters. I am many things, but athletic is not one of them and the times I was forced to run in gym class were some of the darkest, most tortured, most terrible… Read More I Think, I Ran
There are some people who can keep their shit in check in the presence of someone they admire and then there are the rest of us. I found out which camp I belonged in the time I met Pulitzer-winning writer Annie Proulx. Writers are rock stars. To me, Annie Proulx is the literary Springsteen, the… Read More I Fangirl, Do You?
The houses seemed to be the only things that changed on those windy back roads. And even those changes were pretty subtle: a new porch, the crumbling barn finally collapsed, a few more kids’ toys scattered around the yard. For me, tracking the immutable qualities of the route was part of the ritual. If everything… Read More Road Rules
There were no babies in the house; my brother and I were grade school age. Yet for some reason my mother had stock piled what seemed like several cases of those chunky, glass Gerber baby food jars. For the most part they sat on the shelf in our basement storeroom alongside board games and old… Read More Lightning In A Bottle