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 and @schnitzelpond on Instagram. Bonus points for anyone who understands the Instagram handle. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2021 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with the wee Wordpress buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.

Family Calling

Posted on June 12, 2021 by Stephanie

At my father-in-law’s burial today, my nephew will be reading Psalm 23 for him, as my father-in-law did for my husband, his only son, more than ten years ago. ****** My father-in-law, who was the youngest of five sons, married … Continue reading →

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Emerging Orange

Posted on March 23, 2021 by Stephanie

March 22, 2021 Dear Jim, Serendipity sent me just minutes up the street from Carney Hospital yesterday morning. Of all the gin joints in the world and the Commonwealth, that was where I had been dispatched: within a short walk … Continue reading →

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A Layered Valentine

Posted on February 14, 2021 by Stephanie

 An onion, or two, for Valentine’s Day. “Not a red rose or a satin heart,” as poet Carol Ann Duffy wrote. Nor “a cute card or a kissogram.” Not that there’s anything wrong with those. But it is both so … Continue reading →

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Birthdays of the Dead

Posted on December 10, 2020 by Stephanie

I wrote this post five years ago, while leaning on one of many pairs of crutches (the coolest among them, with built-in reflectors) I accrued as I quite literally fell to pieces as a half-decade younger widow.  Back then I … Continue reading →

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