From the category archives:
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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My father called me tonight. This isn’t a normal thing. Normally, if someone calls, it’s my mother. But Dad’s not home, he’s in Ossipee, New Hampshire, hunting. And that’s not normal either. He was supposed to leave New Hampshire and head back to Florida on Monday. But he got a phone call from his friend [...]
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