I’d have taken more (exciting) pictures, but so many of the activities were illegal. So instead, you get a background of old people, and some coffee. Jesse in the Eveready Diner I miss ordering coffee. Also on the menu: crazy new buildings appear on the rolling plains of our alma mater, a diary is found [...]
Nick and I had a photo shoot the other night for a magazine in Boston, who had rather suddenly decided to feature Love and Radio in their July issue (“So, I need to send them the photos . . . tonight,” the photographer said). Growing up the daughter of a photographer, you’d think I’d be [...]
I spent too many dark weeks agonizing over whether or not I should go to Kenesaw. Rain poured from grey skies, washing Boston away, and I was holed up inside checking all the airline sites: comparing prices, weighing layover times and the distances from airports. I would leave on Friday morning. Transfer in Minneapolis. Land [...]
One of two pictures I took on Mother’s Day, spent with Jurvis and his family: Sailing is complicated.
The rug in the waiting room for my therapist is absolutely ridiculous. At first glance, of course, it seems tasteful enough: it’s of the mossy green oriental variety, with a mauve and gold floral pattern, the curves and cream colors of which are inoffensive and largely unnoticeable. It’s not the kind of rug you would [...]