A member of the social media community died this past weekend. Who he was or how he died won’t be a part of this post. I never met him, and had only conversed with him a few times, so using his information to win a boost in visits from Google would be, well, sleazy. But [...]
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Three years ago this past Sunday, I sent a tweet to someone I had just started following. Eight months later, in October 2008 — after direct messages, IMs, GChats and iChats — we met, and it was official. This was the girl for me. After that, the long distance phone calls got longer and more [...]
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34 years ago this afternoon, Gradon Waters (my birth name — I was adopted) was born in Bath, Maine, a wee town of 10,000 or so people over 13 square miles. Charlestown, the neighborhood of Boston I live in, has 4,000 more people in 1/13th the space. Needless to say, a lot has happened since [...]
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Thirty-something years ago, in some wee town in the middle of the Canadian prairie, Meg was born. Meg loves lists, so it’s only fitting that, as part of her birthday present, Meg asked the three Boston men in her life — my son, Ethan; stepson, Devon; and me — to each answer a list of [...]
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26 years ago today, my mother died. Emma Mae Waters was getting out of work at the New Hampshire state mental hospital, where she was a nurse. While on her way to her car, she was abducted by Robert Bruneau, her estranged and abusive husband — my stepfather. Long story short, she didn’t get out [...]
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Two and a half years ago, I got a call from my mother. Nothing unusual about that, right? After the typical chit-chats and how-do-you-dos, the real purpose of her call was revealed: Dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer. This, obviously, hit the family hard. I’ve written about him before, so you may have an idea [...]
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