The only problem with being a writer is that you measure your progress by words on paper – either actual or virtual. (The paper, that …
Man, it’s hot. I am a native New Englander, and though I grew up slightly south of here, in the People’s Republic of Massachusetts, I …
The jinx is over. Finally. It only took 22 years of marriage, but I have finally shaken off my UK Final Four jinx. For those …
My husband’s father, James Broyles, grew up during the Great Depression. My parents did, as well, but since James is a couple of years older …
As I was writing a series of articles last summer about the parks in the city of Nashua, I often took my daughter Lucy along. …
The hierarchy of cats in the Lemen/Broyles family went from oldest to youngest in terms of power. Ninja, the first cat we ever got, was …
I love coffee. I love tea, too, and I drink both, but I tend to forget that they are caffeinated beverages. This is probably because …
Last week, as I was standing next to the crosswalk, holding an umbrella in the snow and the rain, I felt a lot like Mr. …
It is 2012 at last – the year that the world is supposed to end. According to the Mayans, at least. Not really. The fact …
Our house is always cold at this time of year. If we were millionaires, we could keep it at a comfortably high 60-something, but we …
I’m seeing a lot of good behavior from children lately – the children that I cross in the crosswalk, their siblings and my daughter, Lucy. …
As I sat in on the “A Terror in Every Plot” panel discussion at Crime Bake (subtitled “Using fear to propel your story forward”), I …
I was prepared for a heck of a storm, but I had no idea how much of a heck it would be. I was reading …
I remember running as a child through the fields near my parents’ house. It felt wonderful – racing down paths that other kids’ feet had …
I was standing in the rain one morning last week (as I seem to spend so many of my mornings lately), trying to juggle a …
I was in Starbucks in Lexington, Mass., last week, having a cup of coffee before attending the calling hours for a friend’s ex-husband. He had …
I had planned, this year, to be absolutely ready for the first day of school. Lucy and her friend Keziah had decided at their sleepover …
One of the joys of having an older home (most of the time) is that you have little fear in big storms, even when the …
My dear friend Annie sent me a Facebook message asking about some old shower and wedding photographs that she had discovered while she was weeding …
The dog days of summer are upon us, which means my house gets messier and messier as I go in search of coolness. I like …
When it gets hot in the summer, and I have not been to the library to get my dose of mystery, and I cannot bear …
School’s out. Finally. My daughter Lucy is thrilled. Even though Lucy loves school, when it gets to be June 1, she starts asking when it’s …
“Come on in, cupcake. What’s the problem?” This is how you’re greeted if you’ve got a tummy ache, a sore throat, a skinned knee, an …
I have a magnet on my refrigerator that my friend Meg gave me for Christmas last year. It features a perfect Fifties woman wearing a …