Gloucester — Surrounded by brothers-in-law, loud and bantering and stealing my sweet potato fries. Drifting through my second glass of sauvignon blanc, getting lost in the ceiling’s constellation of lights.
Gloucester — When you don’t live in Gloucester, the problem of over-fishing is simple. The problem, clearly, is those greedy, myopic fishermen, destroying our oceans to score a quick buck. When you do live in Glou...
Boston — It all started in Hong Kong, where my cousins and I gorged regularly on dim sum: pork buns, mango pudding, dumplings of every conceivable variety. Alas, when we attempted to recreate the experience in...
Old Italian traditions live on deliciously in downtown Gloucester.
Turkeys too enjoy spring in the suburbs.
Bridge to Boston
The detritus of Christmas
Fabric makes me want to be creative.
My father retired yesterday. No real way to properly honor 50 years of work, but champagne is a good start.
Lobster boats in one of America's last commercial fishing ports.
Fogged in in the writer's garret.
Tedium and snow.
Christmas cheer in a dark and empty square.
Aren't we all, in some way, monkeys riding rocking horses?
A trip to the barbershop.
Breakfast and boats