Post originally appeared on Wellesley Underground on January 9, 2015. — My dearest WZLY, 91.5 FM, Electric Ladyland, I never thought about radio until I met you. I listened to it, sure. When I was a kid, my mom and I would have sing-alongs
Raymond Park, by Upland Road Black and white hound mix with mismatched eyes; you would be loved by D. Bowie.
Glacken Field, by Huron Avenue We met all eight pounds of you and were smitten: small soft Dachshund named Bev.
Huron Avenue + Aberdeen Avenue Gleeful dash across the street, that German Shepherd running on three legs.
For the full essay, see it on The Toast. Originally published on September 24, 2014. --- “Are fish supposed to look like this?” My two roommates appeared by my side, our faces almost touching as we peered into the tank, so close our breath
For the full essay, see it in Volume 1, Issue 1 of Agave Magazine. Originally published in August 2013. --- Since it opened in 1930, Andersen Insurance, in Somerville, Massachusetts, has offered incredible job security. I started making photocopies and filing policies when
For the full essay, see it in Fall 2013 issue of The Wellesley Review. Originally published in December 2013. --- When, as an infant, I refused nap, my mom would often strap me into the car seat and drive head-on into the afternoon
Post originally appeared on Wellesley Underground on April 20, 2013. --- I found out that Dzhokhar Tsarnaev had been surrounded and subsequently captured, alive, last night while watching Pitch Perfect in my Manhattan apartment with my roommate. I had spent almost the