Carly Moskowitz

I am upset. I guess upset doesn’t quite describe the undercurrent of fury that’s clouding my day to day activities. And no, it’s not the driver who cut me off on 95 today or the tantrum my kid threw that caused me to be late for work. I’m mad because I can’t seem to get a grip on where my once disposable income is going.  read more »

Yesterday I read an article (Amid Growth, No Place to Go) regarding the increase of homelessness in Plymouth. It discussed both the response of local merchants in the Plymouth downtown area, as well as those struggling on the streets. Business owners–and this is not strictly the sentiments of those in Plymouth–feel that customers are less likely to spend money at a store where a homeless person is hanging around the outside. They cite safety issues as their greatest concern including general vagrancy and drunkenness.  read more »