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Hello dear readers--are you still out there? It's been awhile, and I wouldn't blame you for moving on. I felt the need for chang...

Today they started building The Wall. When I woke this morning and went down to the kitchen, Mum and Dad weren’t there. I followed the lo...

Once upon a time, in a land far away called Brookline, I was a feminist. I lived a block off Beacon Street, which included three pregnancy c...

Christmas Eve feels more like Christmas than the actual day. As a child, we opened our presents on Christmas Eve, a slow process where eve...

I haven't posted for some time, The reasons are mostly mundane (work, the end of daylight savings and the resultant fatigue) and perso...

Am I the only person who doesn't mind the end of summer? I don't miss the looseness of summer. While (theoretically) I have mo...

Another gray morning. Rain smacks the roof, a sound I once loved but have become immune to. Just as January signifies a new start, so doe...

For us academics, late April signals the end of a semester. There's busyness around exams and papers and grading. This Spring I have 1...

I am very glad (thrilled? ecstatic?) today marks the beginning of March. The extra day added to February made that longest month seem even...

For the first time in ten years, since I've been writing, I'm finding myself unable to focus on the project at hand. Which is odd ...

I went to bed last night (well before the witching hour), plotting in my head the wise words I’d share today, the launch of a new year. I...

Once upon a time, high on a golden hill, lived the smallest fir tree. His older brothers and sisters often sent him special gifts: a spide...