In the summertime…

~By Katie Blais A bulk of my childhood summers were spent at the Swedish Social Club … a men’s club that my grandfather and dad belonged to … it was this huge old building on a lake that turned into a playground for my brother and my cousins and me on those hot summer days. …

Better Than a Star Rating

~By Sarah Pascarella My family is inventive, both with words and ingredients. Traditions get passed down through our own created lexicon and recipes. When my Italian-Irish father makes spaghetti sauce, it’s Nana’s recipe. When my Polish-Irish-German mother makes potato soup, it’s my grandfather’s special concoction. Some of my favorite dishes to prepare now, as an…

The Road to Murder is Paved with Good Intentions

~By Kate H. Knapp I have always had a love/hate relationship with lobsters: I love to eat them, but I hate to kill them. This sad dichotomy began when I was still quite young and visiting my father one weekend. He decided to introduce my brother and me to the world of the crawling crustaceans,…