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My mother used to try to teach me Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen song lyrics when I was child.



Whether driving in the car, standing at the sink washing dishes, leaning against the old butcher block counter making dinner, or moving through the house with a dust cloth and the vacuum, she would play those artists’ songs on the kitchen stereo and sing in her trembling alto tones and then pause, look at me, and say, “Did you catch that? Did you hear what he said?”



And then, she… Continue

And just like that, spring tumbles in.



I arrived home in Boston on Sunday afternoon, and the city greeted me with newly budded trees, daffodils, a few hyacinths, and even a cluster or two of tulips. Sunny skies, warm wind, open windows—I drove north from Providence airport and returned to a different clime’, a new New England, and I loved every second of newness, of discovery.



Fitting, too, considering my long weekend involved lots of new discoveries, including:… Continue

"I'm lonely."



Words seldom said aloud easily, honestly, openly. And yet, we've all felt that aching absence of...something---a lover, a friend, a lost companion, a misplaced piece of self.



I know a thing or two about loneliness.



Oh sure, I have my history of relationships, of ex-boyfriends, of flings. And I have my tight-knit circle of friends. And I am ridiculously close with my two older sisters and, surprisingly, both of my parents. I work surrounded by good… Continue