The snowflakes fall, tumbling to the ground, on cold winter days. The children play, throwing snowballs, on cold winter days. The fires sputter, scattering sparks above, on cold winter days. The birds huddle, on the telephone wires, on cold winter days. Meanwhile, I stay inside, and watch all this happen, on cold winter days.
By Ainsley Jay Thanks to Isaac Hanna & Wyeth Heliman for help with the data In Wayland Middle School we alway have large shipments of plastic bottles shipped to us from the brand ‘Poland Spring to Pure Life.’ There are packages all around the school. Nearly every time I walk into a classroom, I see […]
Who would’ve thought that the people behind some of the Boston areas award winning American classics, such as chocolate chip cookies and fudge brownies, would be immigrants? Not me. Not until I walked into Rosie’s Bakery and heard the interesting story behind the store. It all started with Judy Rosenberg, a kid who loved eating […]
