The verdict in the OJ Simpson trial came down when I was in high school. I remember people were talking about it at lockers after school and I made some remark about how “he should have fried.” I guess I thought it made me sound tough, but I realized almost immediately that it did notContinue reading >>
Never quite a finish line
Yesterday was one of the finest days in Boston: Marathon Monday. Spectators line the streets from Hopkinton to Copley Square to send good energy to the tens of thousands of runners who take on the challenge of Heartbreak Hill and the rest of the 26.2 miles. Though I doubt I’ll ever run a marathon (half-marathonsContinue reading >>
Just before dawn
When I first met my husband, and we were living hours apart and still figuring out if we were going to give it a shot, I woke many mornings around 4:00 am and lay in bed and agonize. (“I’d lie awake and think about the boy, and never even think of counting sheep” to quote theContinue reading >>
The shower and the snow
This time last year I was home on medical leave, and my soon-to-be-husband was working morning shifts. He would wake around 2:00 am, which didn’t bother me much since I had nowhere to be. We’d chat before he said goodbye and I’d laze back to sleep, usually rising just before the winter’s late sunrise toContinue reading >>
To want something other than vengeance
This morning Boston awoke to read something extraordinary, yet somehow not unexpected, from one of the families most impacted by the horror of the Boston Marathon bombings. They want federal prosecutors to take the death penalty off the table in the penalty phase of the recently-convicted Dzhokhar Tsarnaev. Why was this not unexpected? Because Bostonians inContinue reading >>