Thanks for coming. Here’s some writing by me, Lynne Blaszak:
When your despising device wants to defect.
If you’re here for some dirt, I confess.
I tweet at @girlgloaming. Gloaming is a splendid word for the most beautiful part of the day. One restless autumn I decided to visit it every night.
On finding a neighbor looking through my trash.
On going to Africa. Solo. On a Groupon. To volunteer. [PHOTOS]
This is probably the most fabulous thing that happened daily on Copley Square that you never heard about.
If you or your child has ever delighted in spending time with Judy Moody, Kate DiCamillo, The Wimpy Kid, Tom and Huck, or Pippi, this South Boston Read Aloud Story is for you.
Mark Twain really wants to tell you about the Mississippi River. You should let him.
One magical night in June with Bob Dylan.
If you’ve read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, see here.
Josh Ritter fans, proceed directly to Girl in the Gloaming.
Oh yeah: All that and I’m single.