James Burnett

Editor's Letter

My wife and I had a baby this summer. He’s our first, and we’re still in the giddy phase, though we’ve already experienced one of the unique travails of Boston parenting. Long before the little guy was due—and I mean…

Editor’s Letter

The image should be familiar to attentive students of celebrity journalism: Ben Affleck, bleary-eyed and scruffy, captured by a photographer/stalker’s shutter as he clutches a jumbo cup of coffee. If Affleck is in L.A. or pretty much anywhere else, the…

Editor’s Letter

A few years back a friend invited me and my wife over to celebrate her birthday, which he’d decided to mark by serving a lobster roughly the size of a housecat. It was a massive, almost regal specimen, 6-plus pounds…

Small Bite: What a Jerk

You have to leave work on time to grab dinner at Ortanique, a cheery little Jamaican joint in Huron Village where the kitchen shuts down at 7 p.m. But the restaurant’s devotees—who include cultured Cambridge matrons and chowhounds on the…

The Life of the Party

If you want to mingle with the crème de la crème at one of James Mitchell’s parties, you have to measure up to the host’s strict criteria. As he takes pains to note, he throws the events as a “pro…

Reading Between the Lines

After the final slice of carved turkey had been polished off and the last guests had straggled out, some Boston Globe news staffers would recall their 2005 holiday party as an oddly spirited affair. Paid for with a combination of…

What We Learned On Our Summer Vacation

At around 6 p.m. on the third night of the Democratic National Convention, the shiny, worldly, more tolerant New Boston the event's local organizers were so fervently trying to showcase materialized on the corner of Congress and New Chardon. In…

Natalie Jacobson Has News For You

Her fork and knife resting on a plate of half-eaten gourmet pizza, Natalie Jacobson leans back slightly in her seat, fending off tears. Never surrendering her perfect posture or famous poise, she quickly stifles the emotion and exhales. “Wow. I’m…

Weather. Or Not.

Television meteorologists love snow. They love forecasting it, or trying to, even if they detest shoveling it or driving in it. This is perhaps why they're always smiling as they give word of our impending sore backs, spinouts, and slush-soaked…