It’s officially summer in Boston: that magical time of year when the temperature is only marginally cooler indoors than out, you break a sweat just washing dishes, and all clothing that touches the legs or arms gets relegated to the back of the closet until further notice. In the land of houses that lack both central air and ceiling fans (biggest. oversight. EVER), the only way to stay cool is to down as much cold liquid as possible. This poses a couple of challenges: 1) this is also…
A few weeks ago, Alex and I took a brief trip to Alabama to work out a few wedding details: food, church arrangements, flowers, that kind of thing. And when I say brief, I mean that we touched down in Alabama on a Sunday around noon, and didn’t stop moving until we were back on the plane on Tuesday afternoon. It was a productive and fun trip, but the breakneck pace of it left me feeling tired and homesick and a little sad. That’s the breaks when you live in a city about a thousand miles away from your family;…