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Well Being Graffiti at Quincy Quarries

16 Wednesday Mar 2016

Posted by Phoebe (she / hers) in Travelin'

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quincy, travel, urban-wild, winter

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What I know about Quincy, MA can be summed up in five neat bullet points:

  • It’s a city named after . . . some guy named Quincy?
  • North Quincy, Wollaston, Quincy Center, Quincy Adams
  • Few people swim at Wollaston Beach
  • Fuji Japanese Restaurant (go there. GO!)
  • The Thomas Crane Public Library used to host a shockingly gigantic and impressive book sale (maybe still does?)

#6 on that list? Quincy Quarries. Clearly a favorite of the youths, as well as rock climbers, this urban wild also seems to attractive positive affirmation graffiti. Hmm.

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Winter Bike Break – Read and Listen

25 Thursday Feb 2016

Posted by Phoebe (she / hers) in Bike Life, Readin'

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Of my identities, one of the most commented-upon is city cyclist. I’ve ridden through sun, snow, sleet, 5:30 AM sleepies, whatever. People call me hardcore but I’ve got limits to my desire and ability, though perhaps not what you’d expect (i.e. heavy traffic, extreme cold, the occasional near-monsoon.) It’s more like: I just haven’t been reading enough or, I fell in love with this new podcast. Or I’ve been overwhelmed, yet again, by this unshakable fanfiction habit.

There’s only so much time in a day, right? Work must happen. Laundry folded. Litter boxes cleaned. As well I’ve been experiencing low-grade hip ache (here’s looking at you Cambridge Dance Party; here’s looking at you, late 30s.) So came December 2015, Desmond Puddin’ went down for a bit of a break so I could spend my 45-min morning commute squished between puffy coats on the MBTA Orange Line, wrestling my earbuds into compliance or dragging out a paperback while eyeing just how many of my fellow travelers worship at the shrine of glass/plastic/metal (many!) or paper (more than you’d guess.)

What siren called me off my bike this winter? Thought you’d never ask.

Fav Podcasts/Winter 2016

Another Round – My number #1. Heben and Tracy soothe and validate my inner, lonely high school weird-girl. Real. Honest. With laughter that rivals the breathless contagion of Click & Clack, their energy and synergy are utterly unique. I’ve converted at least five people to this podcast, and counting . . .

Dear Sugar Radio – The Sugars open doors. Together, Cheryl and Steve are compassionate, thoughtful, clever and clear-eyed, often moving the conversation and their advice in a direction you wouldn’t expect. I listen almost as soon as episodes show up in my feed.

FanBros – As a kid, I sometimes watched a TV show simply to listen to the opening theme (yup, Disney’s Gummi Bears). FanBros begins each episode in an equally joyful and compelling fashion, but then I’m happy to experience the rest (unlike aforementioned cartoon). Comics I Copped is one of my favorite segments, and I’m always interested to hear what co-host Tatiana King-Jones brings to the table. Overall, I love the range of ‘black and brown’ voices. Yum.(Also, it’s my secret desire to one day attend a show DJ’ed by BenHaMeen in NYC.)

Black Girl Nerds – Jamie Broadnax keeps me connected to a wide, wide word of nerddom and geekdom (with a focus on the POC experience) that I’d otherwise completely miss.

Reading Lives – You know how magazines and websites feature interviews that ask public personalities about their favorite books? Reading Lives is better. There hasn’t been an episode in a bit, but I hope host Jeff O’Neal brings back this gem.

Popaganda – Feminism and pop culture. I’ve listened to some great essays and been exposed to voices and perspectives I’d otherwise miss via this Bitch Media podcast.

Note to Self – Newest on my podcast feed. First, can I say how much I enjoy Manoush Zomorodi’s speaking voice? I do. The show openly and throughly examines how we live with technology, how we want to. Great production sound.

Fav Reads/Winter 2016

Sidewalk Flowers by JonArno Lawson and Sydney Smith (illustrator) -appears to be a children’s picture book; is actually a meditation on the mindful life

Revolutionary Petunias by Alice Walker – oh, you know. Some verses from Queen Alice. My favorite poem from the collection: “For My Sister Molly Who in the Fifties”. Look it up

Ms. Marvel Vol. 1 & 2 – by G. Willow Wilson – I was surprised into loving this. Tell your daughters, your sisters, your mom! Also, jackalope

Between the World and Me by Ta’neshi Coats – finally made it through the kazillion holds on the audio book at my public library to listen to what everyone, (including an author I most admire), was talking about. Yup. It’s beautiful. It’s painful. It’s good

At My Back by SallyExactly on A03 – a new chapter prompted me to re-read the whole shebang, all 474,300+ words of some of the best, most context-filled, and comprehensive writing about archer-spy Clint Barton (Hawkeye) and spy-assassin Natasha Romanoff/Romonova (Black Widow.). This Avengers fic -breakneck, adventuresome, serious, humorous, artful- is one of the best I’ve read. Ever. This is what comics and superhero tales could be

 

 

 

Sometimes It Can Best Be Said . . .

17 Wednesday Feb 2016

Posted by Phoebe (she / hers) in Home

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With a cat.

Orange cat beneath green plant

Winter.

Little Gifts Warm a Winter

20 Wednesday Jan 2016

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Dear friend, you spoil me.

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I thank you, with cinnamon on top.

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A Christmas Day Stroll

30 Wednesday Dec 2015

Posted by Phoebe (she / hers) in Boston Moments, Home

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as-we-are-living-it, jamaica-plain, photography, winter

Red garden orb

Some years it’s weather that prompts us to tarry longer than we planned before making the 280-ish mile trek to coastal New Jersey. Other years, a dip in health. Some, friends’ invitations to holiday engagements. Others, energy (or severe lack there of.)

This December, check ‘D.’ All of the above.

Frosted leaves

Flower display outside Vee Vee

Christmas Day, instead of opening gifts in David’s parents’ ocean-edge, cliff-top home, D and I took a stroll in the record-setting warmth. The sunlight was gorgeous, so naturally I wandered with my camera.

Dried hydrangea

We weren’t the only ones out and about. (Close, though.)

See the squirrel

Run, squirrel!

Daughter and mother bike on sidewalk

Centre St. Post Office in sun

Silk flower

Bench in sun at Jamaica Pond

We were among the few seated for a treat at one of our favorite Jamaica Plain restaurants, Cafe Beirut. Ah, well. More for us.

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Bhaklava

Baklava, I declare my love.

Opportunity and Community

26 Wednesday Feb 2014

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Cape Cod beach in winter

I didn’t go to college to bank on the residuals.

The plan (as set by culture/expectations/my own desire to live a “good life”): gain admission to a competitive (but not too competitive!) college, graduate with new skills and insights, find employment that matches those skills (hey, what happened to the insight?), enjoy surprising success and satisfaction . . .  as a writer (easy, right?), give back.

Caro walks

Friends walk through the snowy dunes

The story beneath the story, the unsuspect-able truth? My most valued takeaway from that “competitive college” isn’t skills, or even insight, it’s community. For me, opportunity isn’t about inching closer to a big pool of cash. And it’s not just my craft (writing) that feeds me, I crave and thrive in employment that pays the heart.

My path is a curious one. It wanders.

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Blue, wooden bowls

Opportunity is that train of connection that leads to adventure. It’s one day inviting an interesting stranger to coffee, followed by a shocking connection with that endures. Five years pass and here I’m lounging in a warm Cape Cod kitchen, laughing with friends made at stops along the way.

A jog through the snowy woods

Ice sliding

Playing together on the frozen pond

Friends tumble on the frozen pond

I often view “choice” as leading directly to “result.” Thank goodness life can be so much less linear than one predicts.

Bunny hat and a basket

Arboretum Winter Wander

03 Monday Feb 2014

Posted by Phoebe (she / hers) in Green Life

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arnold-arboretum, hikes, winter

dried flower buds

several green leaves with buds

It is said that winter is a time for slowing down. For thinking, planning which seeds to sew. Silence and introspection.

looking up hemlock hill

It is the time of death . . . and waiting for life renewed.

twig on snow

snow encrusted ground

Also, winter presents opportunity. Texture. A time to wander and be . . . and simply observe.

tiny pinecones

tiny pinecone close up

Quiet.

Brunch with Friends

23 Thursday Jan 2014

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food-n-cookin, gratitude, winter

hot potatoes with wooden spoon

I don’t cook.

Okay, so that’s not entirely true. More accurately, I don’t enjoy cooking anywhere near as much as I enjoyed being cooked for. It’s an interesting reverse of how I give gifts: I find much satisfaction in considering, hunting down, wrapping, and finally presenting a gift to friend or family.

knife with parsnips

adam makes coffee

With food though, I’ve been know to put out a call to the greater Facebook Universe practically pleading for someone to invite me over!

Brunch with friends? Yes, please.

three pans cooking

cat paw

black cat on green cushion

mango juice

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Quiet Holiday

09 Thursday Jan 2014

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family, giving, jersey, winter

Following a brief, surprise illness and non-shocking snowstorm of tiny, icy flakes, we finally trekked down to Jersey to visit my partner’s family and mine to celebrate the winter holidays.

plant against the blinds

ornament

Some years the holidays are boisterous and busy. There doesn’t seem enough time to fit everyone in.

view into the kitchen

walking in from the kitchen

Other years, quiet. Dinner is skillfully and thoughtfully prepared. A life-long holiday with many traditions is distilled to the heart of its elements. People are missed. Presents cheerfully opened. Tea served.

tea cups on the table

New Year’s Jam

03 Friday Jan 2014

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In the wee morning hours of 2014, a surprise bedroom concert featuring my partner David on electric guitar, party host Adam on acoustic, vocals and lead bed-jumping, and friends on back-up vocals, harmonica, and drum-n-shaker hullabaloo.

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harmonica and acoustic

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Me on camera. Happy New Year!

friends revel in music on NYElistening to the musicadam and dave

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