Boston to Dublin and back.
My dad wrote me letters from home before he died. Now I’m writing back.
It doesn’t feel like a distinction between masculine and feminine. It feels like a distinction between fierce and mousy, self-possessed and self-erasing.
Thoughts from a stolen lunch break.
and the restless torture of pure thought.
How Boston acquired 90% of its territory and how a resistant municipality changed America’s pattern of suburban, urban relations.
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