By Caitlin Fisher “Can you turn my wheel?” This was the question a wizened elderly woman, sitting in front of a complicated instrument I later learned was the glass armonica, asked me early Saturday morning. My friends and I were looking for a fun Family and Friends Weekend activity and had decided to search for […]

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by Caitlin Fisher What I should have been doing last Friday morning: studying for my French test. What I was actually doing last Friday morning: crawling through the window of an abandoned Civil War fort on Georges Island, an isle about 40 minutes off of the shore of Boston. Scaling a rickety wooden staircase and […]

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by Caitlin Fisher Contacting the ghost of a dead playwright — who, incidentally, happened to have died across the hall — on the floor of my bathroom was not how I expected my college Saturday nights to go. But there I was, squished between four of my friends, Ouija board on my lap, on the […]

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She had blue hair, and she told me I had once been a witch. Salem, Massachusetts, is many things — a traditional New England maritime town, the epicenter of the art scene on the North Shore of Boston, a tourist trap full of cheesy museums and certified weirdos. But, above all else, it remains the […]

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