twenty-six weeks gone.

I got to Connecticut on Sunday after two flights and one predictably terrible airplane meal. My parents picked me up in Boston; we drove to the North End and ate Italian food for either a late lunch or an early dinner, take your pick. We got marzipan, tiramisu and cannolis for the ride home. I […]

what we talk about:

“Say what you want to, but I know it was he loved me,” Terri said. “I know he did. It may sound crazy to you, but it’s true just the same. People are different, Mel Herb. Sure, sometimes he may have acted crazy. Okay. But he loved me. In his own way, maybe, but he loved me. There was was love there, Mel Herb. Don’t say […]

twenty-five weeks gone.

My brain’s been filled up with the Steubenville case, with a brief reprieve to allow for the sentencing of the Ohio school shooter from last year. We know his name, his face, and the words he spoke to the families of the victims. I won’t repeat any of those things here. Those things—unnecessary public knowledge […]