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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.

Purple Chimes and Valentines

“Sweet as” was in the glossary I picked up from fellow travelers during my recent adventure. It’s a New Zealand term of assurance: all is well, “no worries” (a phrase that now hits my ear as  well-meaning  but oxymoronic, a double-negative … Continue reading

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The Dunes Abide

  A limitless tapestry of rich red-gold sand is dappled by hoof prints roughly the size and shape of swaddled footballs.  With each tread, a spray of pure gold rises, hovers, and enfolds itself back into dunes. My elaborately wound … Continue reading

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Spring Forward, Fall Back Down

  “Spring forward, fall back down…” I know, I know: it couldn’t be much more wintry in New England. It’s a balmy -6 degrees, enhanced by an order of magnitude for those who dally with windchill.  Boston had its highest … Continue reading

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Widow’s Walk

  Clapboard and brick homes from the 1700s and 1800s line the streets in my seaport town. Narrow roads radiate from the waterfront and climb uphill like the monture of a folding fan.  Atop its arc is a busy main … Continue reading

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