Author Archives: sarahbakerstories

Garbage Burger

Posted on February 3, 2012 by sarahbakerstories

The countdown to Anna B.’s birthday has begun. She’s turning 12 on Tuesday. Per the tradition in our house, she’ll chose the dinner. There are usually her two regulars –Lydia’s chocolate cake and raspberries with powdered sugar–but the rest of … Continue reading →

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Santa JG

Posted on January 30, 2012 by sarahbakerstories

Jonathan Meath has an uncanny resemblance to Santa Claus. He’s just the right height—not too tall, nor too short. His body type is perfect—no pillows needed. And his real beard and dyed eyebrows are the color of freshly fallen snow.  … Continue reading →

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Pipilotti Rist

Posted on October 6, 2010 by sarahbakerstories

I was concerned about the sheep’s breath. He had his face so close to mine that I was worried that he might kiss me. He hoofed it right up close and his furry snout was millimeters from my lips. No, … Continue reading →

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The Power of the Stage

Posted on September 27, 2010 by sarahbakerstories

The Laramie Project by Moises Kaufman and members of the Tectonic Theater Project is narrative journalism at its best. And the production performed at the Cutler Majestic Theater in Boston, a part of ArtsEmerson’s inaugural program, is a riveting and … Continue reading →

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Kay Rosen’s Words

Posted on September 27, 2010 by sarahbakerstories

Scrabble anyone? Try this one…PNUUMLDE.  Hmm. I stared at those alternating charcoal and slate gray letters on the wall of the Kay Rosen exhibit at the Barbara Krakow gallery in Boston on Friday for a long time. I sounded out … Continue reading →

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A beech tree’s last stand

Posted on September 17, 2010 by sarahbakerstories

The Culture / The Home Forum A beech tree’s last stand A towering old beech tree binds a community as its majestic limbs begin to falter. By Sarah Baker / May 7, 2010 The first time I saw the tree … Continue reading →

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When is theater too shocking?

Posted on September 17, 2010 by sarahbakerstories

Last Spring, I spent a week following a burlesque dancer. I’m not trying to be racy; it was for a profile I was writing. I first met Miss Mina at Café Crema in Harvard Square and then I watched her … Continue reading →

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Dreaming of Storm King

Posted on September 8, 2010 by sarahbakerstories

The front page of The New York Times art section this morning has a large photo of Maya Lin’s outdoor installation, “Storm King Wavefield” at Storm King Arts Center in Mountainville, New York (one hour north of Manhattan). “The work, … Continue reading →

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LeDray at the ICA

Posted on September 2, 2010 by sarahbakerstories

The title of Charles LeDray’s show at the ICA in Boston is “workworkworkworkwork”. And let me tell you, that is what he did. This New York-based artist spent over twenty years gathering, cutting, stitching, fashioning, building, and sculpting a miniature … Continue reading →

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Hello world!

Posted on August 5, 2010 by sarahbakerstories

Welcome to WordPress.com. This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!

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