My Boston

I moved to Boston, 10 years ago.  Just like a lot of people, I was trying to get away from something.  And all you need to do is turn on the radio to know that usually doesn’t work.  Example: LA Song, by Beth Hart.  “So she screamed, and she screamed, and she screamed, and she screamed  it’s a different place but the same old thing.”  Sing it, Beth.  Apparently, I’m not the only one who tried to escape to Boston.  “I think I’ll go to Boston, I think that I’m just tired.  I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.” (Boston, by Augustana)  To allay your suspense, I did come to the realization to which Beth Hart alluded…. “It’s all I love, it’s all I hate it’s all too much for me to take.  I can’t be sure where it begins or if the good life lies within.”  Yes, Beth, if I’d have listened,  you could have saved me a lot of trouble.  The good life does lie within.  But I tried to escape.  To Boston.  And just like a lot of people, I found more than I could have hoped.

I found people.  And in those people, I found myself.  Now, there are people everywhere.  Good people.  I’ve lived in different places and I’ve found good people everywhere.  I’ve travelled to many different areas as well, and yes, good people are in those places too.  In fact, of the people I found here in Boston, most didn’t even grow up here.   But we all converged here and made it our home; our kids’ hometown.  I could have gone anywhere before we decided on Boston.  Should have gone anywhere with better weather.  Massachusetts has a history of welcoming the weary. Perhaps there is something in the water, that dirty water, that revitalizes people who turn up on its shore, giving them the strength to find themselves and their people.  But I could have ended up anywhere.  (Anywhere with better weather.)

When people talk about the terrible events that took place last week, you hear the most about the people.  Their bravery and courage.  The helpers and those needing help.  And long after the mess is cleaned up, those are the stories that will continue to amaze.  The people.  They weren’t all from Boston.  But they are now.

This is my Boston and these are the treasures I found there….



Our little corner of Boston.

Our little corner of Boston.


day breaks…



Boston Harbor

Boston Harbor

one, if by land, and two, if by sea

one, if by land, and two, if by sea

downtown Boston

the night is awake…

My favorite, chocolate dipped.

My favorite is the chocolate dipped.

Need anything?

a classic

Boston Opera House

The Boston Opera House


The Prudential and John Hancock Tower, respectively

Watching over the Forrest Hills Cemetery  photo by Hilary Crane-Stern

Watching over the Forrest Hills Cemetery
photo by Hilary Crane-Stern

Arnold Arboretum

One of our favorites, The Arnold Arboretum



Good ol' Sam Adams

Good ol’ Sam Adams

You have to try the icing snail.

You have to try the icing snail.

Museum of Fine Arts

Museum of Fine Arts

the T stop

the T stop

big flag

we love Boston

my people

some of my people


Everyone has a Boston.  Where’s yours?





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7 responses to “My Boston

  1. i too moved here to escape.
    and now i have some of the best memories of my hometown.
    thanks for the boston harbor, and the north end, and boston at night, and the boston harbor hotel. fabulous memories of boston, all.

  2. oh, and the icing snail, of course

  3. jc

    Just lovely. My Boston is my family. Love you.

  4. B. Allen

    I love this! It inspires me to think about our hometown of Saginaw, that many call “Saginasty” and all the wonderful people and experiences we have lived here. You are so right on. Happiness is finding your heart and your peace within, an appreciating all of your people that you get to share life with. (Your awesome dad shared this with me 🙂

  5. So so true. Love the pictures!

  6. Christine O'Toole

    i live in JP and can’t imagine living anywhere else.

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