Letter’n

I used to steal setlists. One musician’s trash is another geeky fangirl’s coveted item. It’s not as if these were pieces of paper passed through the hands of Springsteen or Bono to the lowly sweat-soaked roadie to me. And let us pause for a moment over the absurdity of Bruce Springsteen bent over a sheet… Read More Letter’n

Under the Covers: Reigniting My Biblio-affair

That new book smell. Why hasn’t Yankee Candle created this scent? (Note: invent and trademark New Book candle smell immediately, sell formula to Yankee Candle, reap millions, retire to private island in the Mediterranean). It’s the smell of crisp, fresh cut paper mingled with the slightly smoky scent of ink. It’s the bouquet of discovery… Read More Under the Covers: Reigniting My Biblio-affair

City of Angels

I love the crap out of my hometown, Boston MA. It’s a terrific place for history nerds—The Boston Tea Party, the cradle of the Revolutionary War, the Boston marathon, which is the oldest annual race in the country, Fenway Park, one of America’s historic ballparks, and the Wahlberg brothers; it really doesn’t get any better… Read More City of Angels