Category Archive: life

the anti-McMansion

McMansion, meet your nemesis. I have a thing for tiny houses. I suppose the proper name is “cottage.” When I was growing up, there was a little house not too far from where I… Continue reading

Bikes for Boston

I’ve been dreaming of a day in the not-too-distant future when my son and I can ride our bikes anywhere we want, side by side. I ride my bike to work almost every… Continue reading

butt it out

I’ve spent a regrettably huge portion of my life swathed—albeit most of it furtively—in a cloud of smoke. I’m what you call a master closet smoker, dabbling in the dueling black arts of… Continue reading