Something I’ve always loved— first as a befuddled medical student, now as a (even more dazed) new mom— is spying on people. Specifically: people who are doing things beautifully, yet make it look easy. So, Ben from immunology section, you with the 20-pack of Staedtler...
Come August in Florida, no one would blame you for moving to Nantucket. By this point, your “sun’s out, buns out” summer enthusiasm has suffocated. What remains is meltingly passive-aggressive commentary about Boston’s expense and...
