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.
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Originally posted on Love in the Spaces:
? ? ? “Tom Brady.” Hand-printed on the SPCA’s yellow card. Male, tri-color Age: 1 – 1 1/2 Why here? Stray, found in Nottingham NH Responds to name: Yes House trained: semi …
New England daffodils do not do well in storms. Rain seeps in and they seem to give up, becoming one with the the weight of it. Pale yellows dissolve into cadaverous shades of early frostbite. Tea-tinged white turns translucent and … Continue reading →
Posted in Love and Loss
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Tagged "Do not go gentle into that good night", daffodils, Dylan Thomas, irises, Liquid, Mother's Day musings, postaday, spring flora, tagaday, tulips, Weekly Photo Challenge: liquid
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March 22, 2018 Dear Jim, I was awake long before you would have hoped for me. It snowed yet again, though a far less fearsome Nor’easter than this month’s past three. This morning I was in one of … Continue reading →
Posted in Love and Loss
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Tagged Favorite Places, God's Golden Eyes, grief, John Hiatt, kiran desai, Lover of the Light, memory, missing, Mumford & Sons, Salisbury, Snowy owls, Weekly Photo Challenge
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When I travel around New England to speak at Schwartz Rounds in dozens of hospitals, I usually mention that Jim would have told his own story far differently than I. Although it was never his choice to leave us, I … Continue reading →
