Other remaining events include ‘The Color of Abolition: How a Printer, a Prophet, and a Contessa Moved a Nation.’
Every line I enter into my computer about the Hub is also part of a love story, because like a parent in the 1950s (or today, I guess) attempting to rationalize smacking their kids, I truly love the objects of my animosity. Oftentimes, it hurts me more than it hurts Boston to level such relentless criticism.
Comics in Color exposes young and old heads alike to representative art and creative outlets
Macbeth meets Heathers in Peerless
It goes without saying that this a seriously subjective roundup, compiled by our brain trust and the interjectors who barged into our discussions at the coffee shops and bars where our list blossomed.
There is an unhealthy divide in the Boston media in which a handful of mega outlets dominate the narrative, rarely allowing information from the lower rung to penetrate.