Aug 19, 2016 | A Day In My Life
My life was just about perfect. There I sat, enjoying the Boston Symphony, holding hands with my new husband when a nightmare from the past collided with my present. It was every spurned woman’s revenge fantasy: Gabriel Mann, the ex-husband who had kicked me to the...
Aug 18, 2016 | A Day In My Life
“Meg, dear, could you write a note to your cousin Evangelina? I’m afraid my sprained wrist is still rather bothersome.” “What am I supposed to say to her?” I asked, as I picked up the pen and notepaper Mother was holding out. “Dear Evangelina,” she began. “Thank you...
Aug 17, 2016 | A Day In My Life
The cozy mystery has been hacked. Don’t run your antivirus software. You may refer to inner cities all across America as “concrete jungles”. Stone everywhere you look. Apartment buildings and blocks of congested traffic. Well, Boston’s Pemberton Square has plenty...
Aug 16, 2016 | A Day In My Life
I’m a lucky woman. Less than a year ago I worked in a job with no advancement for a misogynist boss who was so cheap he once asked me if I could use the free floss he got from the dentist instead of thread on a line of dresses. I shared a 500-square-foot apartment in...
Aug 13, 2016 | A Day In My Life
I don’t sleep well. Maybe it’s a holdover from my old life as a homicide inspector. Maybe it’s the remnants of paranoia that cling to me, shaking me awake in the middle of the night to listen to the quiet for a whispering voice. . . Hey there, darlin’, Did you miss...
Aug 12, 2016 | A Day In My Life
I set my alarm every night but it’s the city that wakes me up, the sounds of my Paris street coming alive, voices and footfalls drifting up through my half-open bedroom window. I know how lucky I am to have a top-floor apartment, looking out over Rue Jacob in...
