Boston has always been home. Never planned it that way, but one grows roots: a delightful 30th anniversary, local sons-in-law, a grandson, and expectations of seasons, especially snow. After too many years flitting around on airplanes writing earnest corporate fictions, I'm about to birth the kind I love (and hope you do too!): real made-up folks faced with tough choices, wrestling through as best they can, ever-hopeful.
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