Month: February 2015

I often describe my town as “quirky” and “artsy.” However, there can be a lot of push and pull between the people who have lived here forever and who are immediately horrified by any changes to what they consider established institutions (basically anything they grew up with), and the “newbies” who envision a future P-ville…

The other day I saw a gangly, awkward teenage boy walking through Giant carrying an enormous heart-shaped box of chocolates. There were a million stories in that one image — his story, her story, everyone’s story of those first teenage crushes and the agonizing, innocent sweetness of young love. Merriam Webster says love is “a…