Suburban dances with coyotes

I don't like to reveal that I live in Newton because it is so terminally unhip. It could be worse; I might live in some white-bread hell like Wayland, or Glen Ridge, N.J. But surely I would be more at home rubbing suede-patched elbows with the superannuated PEN crowd in Cambridge, fretting how no one publishes serious fiction anymore. (Full article: 723 words)

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