fisherman’s wool, 10.13

Despite the fact you can pick it up just about anywhere, I’m always so smitten with fisherman’s wool. I love the sea in winter, particularly here in Massachusetts. As soon as the weather is finally just cold enough to see your breath in the mornings and evenings, to where when myself and a friend walkContinue reading “fisherman’s wool, 10.13”

“A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.”

My love affair with the sea has continued, naturally, despite the wind and rain and sheer damp weather, the kind of weather that makes you feel bitterly cold to the core. So how am I keeping warm whilst still enjoying the romance of the open ocean? Welp, with books, and fisherman’s wool, and candy. What?Continue reading ““A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.””

“It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.”

I’ve decided and will declare in this space that I want to live in Winthrop. What is Winthrop for my non-Native Bostonians? It’s this adorable, albeit sincerely quaint and beautiful seaside community on the North Shore of Boston, where one of my best friends Steve (who reviews music over at my first love, my musicContinue reading ““It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.””