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I curled my body in a fetal position, screaming and crying like a baby. No way would my parents make me go to that germ invested hell hole called a movie theater, even if I wanted to spend time with my grandparents. In my eight-year-old mind, the movies equaled sickness. Every time Cinderella’s palace popped […]

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Like almost every morning in Boston, I sat in the presence of old and new beauty. It’s an interesting juxtaposition. Indoor plants adorn the wall in front of me – beautiful gradients of lime to forest. The verdant presence radiates life into the room. A woman sits in front of the wall, uncomfortable as her […]

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