It’s been a long time since I’ve had a rant. After an experience yesterday with a woman on the street, in tears because of how she was treated by this ‘city on a hill’ I wrote this. It may sound harsh but I mean every word of it! Grow Up Boston! Every day I walk … Continue reading Grow Up Boston!
The sky is clear blue and the weather is perfect. We can hear cheers from onlookers as we walk toward our spot – the spot where we cheer on marathon runners (whether they like it or not). Memories of a year ago are imprinted on everyone’s minds, branded in their hearts. We were returning from … Continue reading #BostonStrong – Marathon 2014
Rules for Using Boston’s Transit System by one who knows. Welcome to our fair city! There are a couple of things you need to know should you decide to utilize our ‘world-class‘ transit system. 1. Always sit in the handicapped space. Otherwise it’s just going to sit there empty and who really cares if someone … Continue reading Rules for Using Boston’s Transit System
In our family the Hallmark picture postcard of a family out in the open air, bundled up with hats and mittens dragging the freshly cut pine Christmas tree across newly fallen snow is a picture that exists in an alternate universe. We live in a city and although we could go to the wilds and … Continue reading Boston Christmas Trees – A Family Tradition
There’s nothing quite like a Monday morning. Determined to press forward with a good attitude, despite limited sleep and still longing for the comfort that is my pillow, I decide I will conquer the Monday morning blues. And then, I step off the subway and I am greeted by none other than the high heels and designer … Continue reading Perfecting the Bostonian Stink Eye
“Be honest with me…Did you just ask me to come with you to Seattle because no one else could?” The words took me by surprise. They were from Mariuca, a capable woman and excellent trainer. “NO!” I said emphatically. The truth was, there were any number of people who could have been asked that … Continue reading Bucharest to Boston: Little Immigrant Girl
In some ways, suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning. Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning Boston is immersed in a heat wave. We lazily walk around in the evenings, speaking “weather” to neighbors. The conversations go like this “Wow! It’s hot!” “It sure is!” “Keeping cool?” “Trying to.” Then … Continue reading Post Traumatic Growth through Re-Storying