Revealed

It’s easy to hate on Boston’s City Hall and the surrounding City Hall Plaza pavilion. City Hall anchors the expansive, unremarkable red brick courtyard wedged into a part of the city above the historic Faneuil Hall marketplace and shopping enclave. Aside from the occasional music fest or when the circus literally comes to town, the … Continue reading Revealed

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Choose ‘in

The city feels like it belongs to me on Sunday mornings. Brunch lines are not much more than a suggestion outside of tiny, hip farm-to-table breakfast spots. Neighborhoods appear emptied out, the inhale before the rest of the day is expelled. The T is sleepy still, lumbering through Boston’s ancient tunnels like a primordial beast. … Continue reading Choose ‘in

The Hopeful

There is no shortage of hopefulness in Harvard Yard. This is a different place than Harvard Square—the interconnected spines of streets in Cambridge Massachusetts that both skirt around and incorporate parts of Harvard University. The school bleeds into the square (don’t let the name full you, virtually nothing in Boston or its outlying areas conforms … Continue reading The Hopeful

It Matters

The Boston’s Women March was the only experience I’d ever had with protest and the first significant one that involved voicing my civic dissent in more than 140 characters. Would there be counter protestors screaming and whipping Bic lighters at us? I wondered. After all, this was frickin Baaahston! We set cars on fire when … Continue reading It Matters