I’m a baker. It’s one of my chosen forms of artistic expression. I don’t sculpt, pot, paint or draw, but for as long as I can remember, I have baked. It all started when I tried to cook Jello by dumping it into the top half of a double boiler and sticking it in the…
Category: Collaborator Archive – SA
Posts from the original era authored by our former collaborator.
A Taste of Summer
Have I mentioned it’s hot out? Well, it is. And despite the fact that my apartment is now deliciously cool, thanks to my new air conditioner (which I installed myself – but that’s another story), the very thought of heating up my apartment by actually cooking anything is draining. It makes me want to retire…
Cape Cod And Plum Island Are For The Birds. If You Need Me, I’ll Be At Revere Beach | Cognoscenti
I’m reblogging the following from WBUR.com. The writer’s attitude toward “schlepping” to the beach was one shared by my mother when I was a kid. We did our “everyman” pilgrimages North to Salsbury or Hampton Beaches, however. Living in Boston as an adult, I’ve made the trip by “T” (MBTA) out to Revere Beach many…
I Don’t Like Mondays and Neither Does My New Neighbor
Hello, my name is Alexander and I’ve had a “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day”. Actually only part of that sentence is true, but you knew that. I have a bad case of “The Mondays”. While I do realize that I should be grateful that I have another Monday, with air in my lungs,…
Is This a Blog Post or Just the Ravings of a Lunatic?
Having heard that the weather is supposedly not going to shine on the long holiday weekend plans of those of us in the Northeast, Thursday night I decided to get my shopping out of the way early, so that I wouldn’t have to schlep my groceries home in the rain. Since it was a balmy…
“This is Water”
Congratulations to the Class of 2013 wherever you are. As your graduation gift, I’d like to share with you the video found below. It contains nine and half minutes of essential wisdom that you undoubtedly didn’t get in any class and that everyone can use, no matter what stage of life you currently find yourselves…
“When Can I Call Myself a Writer?”
If you were to Google the phrase “When can I call myself a writer?” you will be given myriad option for blogs and blog posts, some by experts on the craft of writing, some by rank amateurs like me, but all giving an opinion on the subject. Many of them are both well written and…
A Love Letter To Boston
Wonderful! Bostonians still hear the story every Christmas when the Halifax tree rolls into town, but I’ve never read a personal perspective before. Thank you for your kind words and for so vividly re-telling the history between our two cities.
Boston, You’re My Home
Beantown, The Hub, The Athens of America, The Olde Towne, City on a Hill, The Walking City…and home of the world’s oldest and most venerable marathon race. I’m sure that, by now, you’ve all heard about the horrific events that took place near the end of yesterday’s 117th running of the Boston Marathon. I don’t…
The Zen of Pig Pen
In the midst of my annual Spring clean, I know that I am fighting a Sisyphean battle. I will spend my weekend attempting to wrangle the clutter in my apartment into submission despite the fact that I know in my heart that it won’t last beyond my frantic attempt to get out of the door…