(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday: Edgar Allan Poe
Once you start looking for it, public art really is everywhere. My husband passed this statue of Edgar Allan Poe while strolling down Boylston Street in Boston, Massachusetts last week.
Once you start looking for it, public art really is everywhere. My husband passed this statue of Edgar Allan Poe while strolling down Boylston Street in Boston, Massachusetts last week.
Seeing The Nine-Year-Old tucking Rusty in for the night this week, reminded me of this gem from March 2012… The Build-a-Bear Lady, preparing to sew up…
From the archives, but seasonally appropriate anyway. It’s a summer miracle!
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Before we moved last month, my friend Victoria and I went on a whale watching trip. While we were still in Boston Harbor, we caught sight of a plane landing at Logan Airport. Turns out that landing is just as terrifying when viewed from a boat.
Last night, as I was tucking The Six-Year-Old into bed in her new room, she sighed. The Six-Year-Old, sadly: “I want to be home.” Mommyo, curiously:…
Every year about this time, we trot off in search of the region’s best ice cream. We have a great deal more research to do before we pick a winner, but the Crescent Ridge Dairy Bar in Sharon, Massachusetts is definitely on the list of contenders.
For Mother’s Day, The Six-Year-Old, Daddyo, and I traipsed down to Harvard Square for a little sight-seeing and shopping. Of course, we popped into the Harvard Coop. Doesn’t everybody?