Fourth Chair

Even though I didn’t know how to play any type of jazz instrument, when I was a junior in high school I decided I was going to join jazz band. Ours was a fairly typical suburban high school arts program: understaffed, under appreciated, underfunded. The light board for our school’s auditorium was run by a […]

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Catch As Catch Can’t

Photographers have a term for the time of day just before the sun cracks itself open on the horizon like an egg: the blue hour or magic hour. Truthfully, this usually boils down to about 20-30 minutes, but “magic half-hour” doesn’t have the same ring to it and “20-minute magic” sounds like a depressing sexual […]

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Are You Alright?

A young woman sat at the end of long wooden community table in the café, which was empty except for her. Sunlight poured through the large window behind her, spilling over the thick text book splayed open in front of her. From where I sat, I could see the pages divided with the hieroglyphics of […]

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Seen and Scene

The Old Stone Church sits on the edge of the Wachusett Reservoir in Boylston, Massachusetts. There is no shortage of these types of funky, haunted relics in New England, a region we like to believe was settled at the time of the Druids and therefore historically superior to the rest of the country. Looking at […]

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Snow Down

Winter has finally arrived in Boston just in time for spring. The seasons have been steadily migrating for quite a while now, which is totally nothing to worry about if you’re psyched about the prospect of taking an evolutionary leap and growing gills or think you might be able to harvest soybeans in your bathtub. […]

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Love Comes to Town

Only in Vermont would there be something known as the Valentine Phantom. Vermont is a state positively doused in good vibes—recycling and composting before it was trendy; supporting its flotillas of Co-ops; housing the factory headquarters of the other happiest place on earth: Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. And in 2018 crops of those “good […]

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KonMari Me

I have not been immune to the charms of Marie Kondo. It brings me great pleasure to open up my pajama draw and witness my tops and bottoms huddled against one another in the kind of compact neatness enjoyed by most serial killers. This is the only drawer I have KonMaried. In my defense, Grey’s […]

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