Telling yourself you have all the time in the world, all of the money in the world, all the colors in the palette, anything you want—that just kills creativity.—Jack White Last Friday night, five days after Tom Brady became immortal, I went to see my friend, Patrick, play the drums in his uncle’s band at… Continue reading Doctors Without Borders/Time

For all of December and January, I had 22 Boston Beings (and their captions) hanging at Parish Hall Gallery at First Parish Church in Lexington. Two weeks ago, I had a super casual closing reception. I’ve been blown away with all the love and support the last two months (and the last two and a half… Continue reading This Is All Play

This is my friend, Melake: This is my friend, Martin: Every Wednesday morning during college, Melake would creep into Martin’s closet, after Martin had left for class, and assemble his favorite Martin outfit to wear all day. Melake called this weekly ritual, Martin Miercoles. Because alliterations are the best. Our junior year, Martin had gone home a… Continue reading Where’s The Beach, Man?

On August 1st 2014, my mom and I found ourselves eating burgers in Lincoln, Nebraska en route to Denver. We were exhausted and hungry and disoriented from two long days on the road when we heard singing. The singing began less as singing and more as a steady, warm-up croak to say, Show’s ‘bout to start.… Continue reading Wandering Wondering

I got my wisdom teeth removed right after my freshmen year of college. Thanks to the laughing gas, it was painless. Also thanks to the laughing gas, I strutted out of the operating room singing Paparazzi by Lady Gaga. Papa-papa-razzi. My memory’s foggy, but I remember the singing being loud and theatrical. My mom says… Continue reading Things That Especially Spoke To Me In 2016

There’s a scene early on in Season Three of The Office that kills me. More specifically, there’s a Michael Scott line of dialogue early on in Season Three of The Office that kills me. Here’s the (mostly) spoiler-free, SparkNotes synopsis: Michael and Dwight are at a paper convention in Philly. Michael’s old office co-worker and… Continue reading A Little Stitious

When I saw that Leonard Cohen passed away last week, I followed roughly the same path I tend to follow for most celebrity deaths (of celebrities whom I admire): hop on the internet, soak in their art for a bit, feel an overwhelming, bittersweet nostalgia for someone I’ve never met, rekindle my love for them and their work,… Continue reading Hallelujah

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In the summer of 1997, my mom drove my sisters, Molly and Annie, and me to the Lexington Town Pool each Thursday for our weekly swimming lessons. I dreaded swimming lessons. The crowds at the pool were loud and big and soggy and always in a rush. I had anxiety about the water and anxiety about… Continue reading Good Golly Miss Molly

From May 2013 to Februrary 2014, I listened to the same song—essentially on repeat—on every run I went on by myself: Down in the Valley by The Head and the Heart. Its slow build-up (0:00 – 1: 48) kept me from going too fast and forced me to appreciate where I was running. Its AHHH… Continue reading Back To Where I Started