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A poem for winter.
The night my mother had died I slept on the lawn in a sleeping bag under the stars. I woke the next day and felt the same emptiness.
Anna Edey imagines a world with little need for fossil fuels, that provides us with all the comforts and technologies we currently expect and enjoy,...
As I approach the end of my third year of medical school, I’ve found myself pondering a terrifying question, “Am I going to be a good doctor?”
This is the season that challenges, and this winter, from the Polar Vortex (that was a new one) to the back-to-back New England mix of snow and...
Even in a run-down bar hidden between the looming modern buildings of East-Central London, you can find fellow Russians throwing back shots of vodka...
No, this is not a Valentine and you knew this was coming. It’s over. I’m leaving you, taking the noon ferry tomorrow. Let’s make it easy for each...
Last Friday the State Department released its final environmental impact review of the proposed northern segment of the Keystone XL Tar Sands Oil...
This haiku came to me after my last phone call with my Uncle Leo. In fact, it was my last phone call with him, period. He died on the last day of...
In a new e-book the Pulitzer prize-winning author and West Tisbury resident travels the Keystone pipeline and discovers an energy rush that could...
I have walked down the Hollywood walk of fame walking into light poles, people and baby carriages because I had my eyes firmly planted on the ground...
Writing about my friend Ken Edelin in the past tense so soon after his death (Dec. 30, 2013) is difficult and satisfying only in view of having an...
