Death Is Not the Answer

I remember the Boston Marathon Bombings. I remember hearing of the attack on the radio, and wondering if my friends running and watching the marathon were alright. I remember being locked down in my apartment as news of the unfolding manhunt trickled in: an MIT policeman killed, a shootout in Watertown, the dramatic discovery of [Read More…]

Echoes of New England

Inside the Pilgrim Monument in Provincetown, echoes. Echoes of footsteps from people climbing up, 252 feet of stair and slope and stone. Echoes of voices from people speaking with each other, planing their weekend or recounting their adventures. Echoes of laughter from children running, trying to reach the top before their parents. And echoes from [Read More…]