Lemonade

It's summer in Massachusetts, which means you are always thirsty. The air is so heavy it wrings you out like a wet cloth. I can never keep up with laundry so I have developed the habit of dousing things in incense. It works most days, I think. Today is one of those days where the weather is determined to sweat everyone dry. I want the storm to come in, but it sits on the horizon waiting for the...

Thunder

It's Wednesday. In Boston, thunderstorms seem to know when you need them most. Outside my apartment there is rain hitting the pavement - it sounds like a whole ocean trying to wash things away. I'm convinced the sky is trying to rip itself in half. I think of how similar we are, me & the sky. I don't know these days which one holds more water, but I don't think it matters. This isn't cold...