Eric J. Perkins

Somewhere up in my 12-year-old daughter’s bedroom, buried within the piles of stuff that tend to accumulate in a preteen’s personal space, is a copy of Terry Pratchett’s young adult novel, “The Shepherd’s Crown.” There’s a bookmark in it, about two-thirds of…

The week before February break had been very stressful, and I’d been looking forward to a visit up to Wolfeboro, New Hampshire to see my dad and sister. When I texted my sister, Erin (yes, “Eric and Erin,” I know) to see…

Earlier this fall, I attended an event that 28-year-old me would have scoffed at: a non-alcoholic Oktoberfest. Sponsored by Dray, Boston’s first non-alcoholic (NA) bottle shop, the event had all the traditions you’d expect — pretzels, sausages, lederhosen — but not a…