Author Archives: Stephanie

About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2018 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.

No Lapse of Moons

Posted on November 17, 2019

Winnie-the-Pooh and Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Among a plethora of poets, these two stand out in framing what the “bear of very little brain”–and so much heart–understood as the exquisitely lacerating inseparability of love and grief once the one we love … Continue reading →

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Autumn’s Impalpable Ash

Posted on September 22, 2019

  if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, … Continue reading →

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Riding With the King

Posted on August 4, 2019

  Clarabelle, a stunning white-blonde, regally roamed a large enclosure on the right. An Australian Shepard, she may have been in search of subjects to herd. An insanely yippy Jack Russell terrier was barely contained within his own barred space … Continue reading →

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The Lady in Orange

Posted on June 28, 2019

    I leaned against a cement pillar. The sun was high and heavy and far too bright. The woman who came over to me wore a vivid orange shift dress. This near stranger, who had led us into the … Continue reading →

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