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Between the Lines: Evolving Into Dick and Jane

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. It should never be all that surprising when idiocy takes hold of a culture. We allow it to with every right we give up, every piece of fast fashion we purchase, every texted bastardization of the English language (YOLO!) and every time we wait in […]

Between the Lines: Mercury in Retrograde

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Coming home on a ferry Sunday from Martha’s Vineyard, I pulled out my iPhone and checked emails. I should have waited until Monday. A close friend emailed me she’d had the most bizarre weekend ever: running over a stray dildo in a bike lane, a […]

Between the Lines: The Ties That Bind Us

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. From the day you are born, your family, to some degree, defines who you are. How you interpret that connection may change in stages as you get older, but you will always be linked to the over-achieving mother, the annoying sister who gets better grades […]

Between the Lines: To Kill Your Own

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Before there were foodies, there were hunter-gatherers. If you were hungry around 10,000 years ago, you likely had a good sharp spear, a stone implement, or a bow and arrow to help. You moved stealthily through grassy inlets, dark forests, and rough waves, or the […]

Between the Lines: Evolving Into Dick and Jane

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. It should never be all that surprising when idiocy takes hold of a culture. We allow it to with every right we give up, every piece of fast fashion we purchase, every texted bastardization of the English language (YOLO!) and every time we wait in […]

Between the Lines: The Power of the Written Word

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Two-Volume Novel The sun’s gone dim, and The moon’s turned black; For I loved him, and He didn’t love back. – Dorothy Parker My daughter came home from school the other day with this Dorothy Parker poem scribbled in 11-year-old penmanship down her palm and […]

Between the Lines: Our Biographies as History

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. I recently got a direct message on Facebook from a high school friend I haven’t talked to in many years. “Do you still have that picture of you and the ghost in Africa?” He wrote. I sat there staring at the screen, thinking it funny […]

Between the Lines: Rethinking the Bucket List

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. When I was 19, living in Italy and then backpacking Europe, I re-entered my life back here in the States with a whole new perspective on what I would want from the future. Oh, I could envision this virgin bucket list and sitting here writing […]

Between the Lines: Rethinking the Bucket List

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. When I was 19, living in Italy and then backpacking Europe, I re-entered my life back here in the States with a whole new perspective on what I would want from the future. Oh, I could envision this virgin bucket list and sitting here writing […]

Between the Lines: The Power of the Written Word

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Two-Volume Novel The sun’s gone dim, and The moon’s turned black; For I loved him, and He didn’t love back. – Dorothy Parker My daughter came home from school the other day with this Dorothy Parker poem scribbled in 11-year-old penmanship down her palm and […]

Introducing: Between the Lines

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. You see me on the streets of the city, a tall, dark-haired woman you guess to be in her thirties. That’s thanks to lots of organic creams and copious amounts of ingested water; I have just turned 41. In fact, I hear it all the […]

Between the Lines: Mercury in Retrograde

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Coming home on a ferry Sunday from Martha’s Vineyard, I pulled out my iPhone and checked emails. I should have waited until Monday. A close friend emailed me she’d had the most bizarre weekend ever: running over a stray dildo in a bike lane, a […]

Between the Lines: The Power of the Written Word

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Two-Volume Novel The sun’s gone dim, and The moon’s turned black; For I loved him, and He didn’t love back. – Dorothy Parker My daughter came home from school the other day with this Dorothy Parker poem scribbled in 11-year-old penmanship down her palm and […]

Between the Lines: To Kill Your Own

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Before there were foodies, there were hunter-gatherers. If you were hungry around 10,000 years ago, you likely had a good sharp spear, a stone implement, or a bow and arrow to help. You moved stealthily through grassy inlets, dark forests, and rough waves, or the […]

Between the Lines: The Disconnect

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. When I was around 12 I helped my father gut a deer. That night, before anything happened, my mother and I were talking softly by a crackling fire. It was November, with darkness falling early and the wood’s silence deafening, even perched on a cliff […]

Between the Lines: The Disconnect

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. When I was around 12 I helped my father gut a deer. That night, before anything happened, my mother and I were talking softly by a crackling fire. It was November, with darkness falling early and the wood’s silence deafening, even perched on a cliff […]

Between the Lines: Our Biographies as History

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. I recently got a direct message on Facebook from a high school friend I haven’t talked to in many years. “Do you still have that picture of you and the ghost in Africa?” He wrote. I sat there staring at the screen, thinking it funny […]

Between the Lines: The Stranger

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. When I was 21, I set sail on an old cargo ship for Europe and North Africa. Two years prior, I’d finished college in Italy, had backpacked Europe and Tunisia by myself, and had finally come back to Cape Cod – as you might imagine, […]

Between the Lines: Who Cares?

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. I think the first time I became aware of trash and the environment was when the Keep America Beautiful commercial of Iron Eyes Cody came out. (As drums pound and smokestacks puff out fumes, Cody looks at a highway coated in debris. A bag of […]

Between the Lines: The Power of the Written Word

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Two-Volume Novel The sun’s gone dim, and The moon’s turned black; For I loved him, and He didn’t love back. – Dorothy Parker My daughter came home from school the other day with this Dorothy Parker poem scribbled in 11-year-old penmanship down her palm and […]

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Between the Lines: Our Biographies as History

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. I recently got a direct message on Facebook from a high school friend I haven’t talked to in many years. “Do you still have that picture of you and the ghost in Africa?” He wrote. I sat there staring at the screen, thinking it funny […]

Between the Lines: From NYFW to the Garment Factories of Pakistan

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. I have just returned back home from running around Manhattan and New York Fashion Week. As you might imagine, an intense week full of long legged runway models, moody designer presentations, and the deep bass beats of stylish music gives New York City the air […]

Between the Lines: Waking Up With Opportunity

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Each day we wake up with hope. You may not realize it, but every morning when you brush your teeth, make a part in your hair, swipe your metro card or open the front door, you are subconsciously convinced that today will be a new, […]

Between the Lines: Living The Hail Mary

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. I was brought up Catholic by two parents born and raised in New Bedford, Massachusetts. The seaside city is still dotted with my French Canadian relatives who must still believe that religious statues bleed and cry when we sin and masturbate. If you go today […]

Between the Lines: Rethinking the Bucket List

ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. When I was 19, living in Italy and then backpacking Europe, I re-entered my life back here in the States with a whole new perspective on what I would want from the future. Oh, I could envision this virgin bucket list and sitting here writing […]

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