I woke every Saturday at the crack of dawn and longboarded down to the coffeeshop to open up. I had a column in the local paper. Everywhere I went, I sang to myself, “I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T…do you know what that means?” I had my own apartment. I had my own job. My gang of friends only a … Continue reading Why I Left Florida
It happened so fast One minute, I had three jobs: marketing assistant at a regional arts center, hostess at a family-owned pub & grill where customers called me by my first name, and journalist at the local magazine - a role which has taken me beyond coffee meetings and, as my friend Ana phrased it, literally into … Continue reading Goodbye, Massachusetts! Hello, Florida
“They’re real alligators in a hotel!" I press against the railing and peer into the pond. A two-foot-sized gator drifts across the surface of the water. Then there’s another one basking under the heat of a lamp and another one sitting still upon a rock. We’re at Gaylord Palms Resort, a luxury hotel in Orlando. … Continue reading Escaping Reality: St Fagans to Old Sturbridge
With a sweet tooth to satisfy I've made certain that Worcester County's bakeries have not gone undiscovered. There are four things that I love: cupcakes, cannolis, coffee, and alcohol. When I'm offered all these things, my heart feels like exploding with joy. This is how you make me happy. Just so you know. Also, I suppose family, love, … Continue reading Sweet Delights in Worcester County
“How have you never gone apple-picking before?” My coworkers ask me with wide eyes. I feel suspicious and spend the rest of my shift asking every coworker that crosses my path if they’ve gone apple-picking before. Lo and behold, their responses are all the same. Raised eyebrows, a twitch of a smile, and, “yes...of course...” … Continue reading Autumn Madness in Massachusetts
“I can’t believe you’re here.” I wake up on my birthday and roll over to see my best friend, Tofu, sleeping beside me. The night before, I found a giant present in the foyer and when I unwrapped it, she popped out! I was so shocked, I started crying. Now she’s here for my birthday. … Continue reading A Week in Worcester County
"Why are you here?" The restaurant owner asked me with furrowed brows. I was in a pub and grill in a town called West Boylston, in rural Massachusetts. This was an area with no sidewalks, only forests and with highways connecting the bars and gas stations. The houses were old clapboard and the only shops … Continue reading Why “Mass Discovery”?