Norman Rockwell illustration

Magazine illustration is a lost art in the twenty-first century.

Linden Ponds

Linden Ponds is home to many talented artists, from painters and sculptors to jewelry makers and poets. The Erickson Living community in Hingham, Mass., even has a dedicated gallery space where residents and outside artists display their work. The resident-run Linden Ponds Artist Council organizes shows in the gallery that rotate about once a month.

prescription drug prices graphic

In September of 2015, the cost of Daraprim, a prescription drug used by cancer and AIDS patients, went from $13.50 per pill to $750 per pill overnight. The over 5,000% price increase made headlines around the world. Martin Shkreli, CEO of Turing Pharmaceuticals, which makes the drug, said the price hike was necessary for the company to make a profit. 

Ralph Vaughan Williams

He had the face of a stoic philosopher and the mind of an enchanting artist. In the annals of classical music, the name Ralph Vaughan Williams has long been synonymous with the dramatic and, more to the point, the cinematic.

Inasmuch as his image seems to contradict this fact, a look at his career only confirms it.

1876 engraving Witchcraft at Salem Village

After more than three centuries, the Salem witch trials still fascinate and, in many ways, horrify us. The reign of terror that descended on this small Massachusetts hamlet in 1692 was a sad chapter in human history.

WWI trench warfare

Today, the name Arthur Guy Empey means nothing to most people. But in 1917, there was nary a man or woman in America whose face didn’t brighten at the slightest mention of him.


Every day, tiny plastic particles known as microbeads flow down sink drains into the world’s sewer systems. Made of plastic, most microbeads are between one and five millimeters in size, but some are even smaller. They are not biodegradable and they are too small to be filtered out at wastewater treatment facilities so they ultimately find their way into rivers, lakes, and seas.

Ray and Betty Whipps

Ray Whipps remembers the moment he first set foot on Utah Beach as though it were yesterday.

A week had passed since the initial wave of Allied troops stormed the Normandy coastline in the bloody D-Day invasion. On June 6, 1944, the air bristled with the thunder of artillery and the crackle of the Wehrmacht’s dreaded MG42 machine guns.

They are seemingly ordinary places in our everyday lives: a Rite Aid drugstore in downtown Baltimore; a Hilton Hotel in the middle of Manhattan; a Jersey City station stop on the Port Authority Trans-Hudson commuter line.