I think of the fall of Rome. I think of the incredible empire, the vicious rule, the reminder that it wasn't built in a day. And I think of the tale of Nero playing his fiddle while his city burned. I think of advances in architecture and winding, complicated roads. I think of advancing armies… Continue reading The Beauty of the Fallen
Month: May 2015
Disjointed Summer Mornings
If my childhood could be boiled down to just one smell, it would be the smell of early summer mornings after a rainstorm. The tepid humidity, the wet gravel under your feet -- the songbirds and the rising sun and the lazy, easy feeling. Like all that was good and innocent about being a kid reemerges at… Continue reading Disjointed Summer Mornings
Boston: A Love Letter
Stepping off the orange line and into the Back Bay is like stepping into an old friend's home. Long time, no see. Welcome back. Nothing's where you left it but the refrigerator is stocked. You've been missed. Half a block down the street and the Prudential Tower comes into view. From this angle, it is… Continue reading Boston: A Love Letter
That (Not This) Abby Rose 