Usually, Bostonians join together at Fenway Park to commiserate about the beloved Red Sox and to share hot dogs, popcorn, sausage subs, and cups of beer. On May 15, folks will gather at the baseball shrine and, while they will…
The Boston I love has been abundantly evident in the days and weeks following the senseless and tragic Patriots’ Day bombings. From the emotional and inspiring rendition of the national anthem at the first Bruins game after the marathon to…
Would you like to star in your own reality TV show? Short of marrying a Kardashian or having a set of pipes like Massachusetts’ own American Idol, Angie Miller (go Angie!), you have two chances: slim and nada. But you…
The response to the Marathon bombings has been remarkable. In ways large and small, the Boston community as well as the world community have let it be known that we will remain strong — Boston Strong — and stand by…
If you arrive in our fair city by car, I’ve admonished you before to consider parking it and forgetting it until it’s time to go home. There are plenty of great ways to bop around Boston that don’t involve your…
Whether you are visiting our wonderful city or live here, the North End poses a major dilemma: There are so many incredible places to dine, you could get agita trying to choose a restaurant. Fear not foodies; I have an…
There have been countless examples of the city’s strength, united purpose, and resiliency in the face of the Marathon bombings. Here are some more reasons why we are Boston Strong. Dedicated to providing the highest levels of hospitality to guests,…
From rousing renditions of The Star Spangled Banner and Sweet Caroline to a Shubert string quartet or a captivating dance program, the arts have a way of stirring souls, uniting audiences in appreciation, and, in the case of a post-Marathon…
The gamut of emotions that I’ve experienced since my city was attacked has ranged from shock and horror to outrage and dejection. The brazen act of violence is almost too much to comprehend, the sadness almost too much to bear.…
When I was a kid (hey! Stop snickering. It may be hard to believe, but I was a kid.), my parents dutifully took me to museums. Most of them were hushed, stuffy places with static displays, “Do not touch” signs,…