Category Archives: USA

This is not going to be a typical blog post. If it was I would wax lyrical about the paradise that is Hawaii based on a recent trip in March. I would dive into how the history of Hawaii and the arrival of laborers from different cultures (Japanese, Philipino, Portuguese, Korean and Chinese) at different…

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I booked my flights to Washington D.C. from London for the Women’s March two weeks after the election. Enough was enough; I had grown tired of the despair and helplessness I felt which was further magnified by the fact that I was so far away from home. And l know this is largely symbolic but I…

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There is one week out of the year that I love the most. It’s usually August, I’m likely barefoot and most certainly my family and I are at a lake house in Maine. The grill worked overtime cooking up marinated steak tips, pork chops and chicken wings while one of us hightailed it over to a lobster shack…

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It used to be that the only reason to cross the bridge to venture into Boston’s Seaport neighborhood was to visit the Harpoon Brewery and maybe catch an outdoor concert at the Pavilion during those sweltering summer nights when G. Love & Special Sauce were headlining. Or maybe if you wanted to try your luck, you walk into…

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Don’t tell my New York friends this but I never understood the allure of their city while I was living in Boston. Maybe it’s out of sheer blind loyalty to my sports teams or it’s just too close to Boston for me to fuss over or because of this one bad trip I had 10+…

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This is the post I’ve been meaning to write over the last two years but kept putting it off. Theoretically writing about myself should be the easy part and yet it’s the part that feels the least natural.  How much of me should I put out there? What if it’s too much/too little/boring or comes off as…

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I am always short on time whenever I’m visiting home in Boston.  Despite having just spent three weeks visiting family and friends I barely had time to venture off and reacquaint myself with some of my favorite parts of the city.  Luckily, I managed to make it out to Beacon Hill, where I used to live and…

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