This past month I've been reading a lot about the small businesses closing in and around Harvard Square, such as Black Ink, as outside developers drive up rent to unsustainable rates. Therefore, this month, I'd like to take a moment to remind
77th Street + 3rd Avenue Glamorous poodle– glancing over her shoulder– fur blowing in breeze.
Don't worry, everyone: I found YET ANOTHER Brookline Booksmith tote bag of mine while helping my parents clean out closets at their house this weekend. [EDIT] And a further update, as of 3/25/15: I am also now the proud owner of a Bluestockings tote, gifted
Tonight I was going through my bedroom closet a little bit––hoping that if I start spring cleaning then it will actually, finally, officially, forever stop snowing––and I started to make a pile of my various bags because, man, do I
For the full flash nonfiction piece, see it on Cheap Pop. Originally published on September 16, 2014. --- In the red of night, I float between places. The neon sign across the street fills my dark room with a sharp scarlet light. I