i loved to read as a child, and then forgot about it. i fell in love with reading again 10 years ago when i was assigned junot diaz' drown for my one and only english class in college. i recently read two of his newer short stories in the new yorker, and i am shocked by the emotional response that man can elicit from me with some words on a piece of paper (or computer screen, i guess).
my favorite moments these days include cooking, eating, laughing until it hurts, drinking iced coffee at pavement (near berklee) or jaho (in salem), walking around, reading on the banks of the river charles, having insightful, creative conversations, staring at my computer screen in awe of jon stewart's supreme wit, and having meaningful conversations with my students.