My Apartment

When my mother visited us the day after Christmas, she said something that made me chuckle.  She said, “You should consider becoming an interior designer.”  My mom clearly does not read enough Apartment Therapy (guilty pleasure).  It may be because she hasn’t been in the apartment since our moving day six months ago, but I […]

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My Town <3

I love my town. I loved it when I grew up here. I loved it when I moved away. When I went to college, I came back after a year, back home. I moved to Nashua, then practically Boston chasing a better job and even then… I got married at home.  And despite having a two-hour […]

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peeling off the layers

Home. It’s the holy grail at the end of my weary journey.  My day begins at 4:00am in a dark apartment with a tuxedo cat winding between my ankles, and finishes on the second floor in front of a cheap wood door with the numbers “22” emblazoned upon it at 6:00pm.  By the time I […]

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green

I have always looked at the world with a weighted eye – seeing the things that are, then imagining what I think ought to be instead.  As a child, it is an endearing habit.  Children see trees and think of an enchanted forest – they see playgrounds and imagine them into palaces. As an adult, […]

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