Tag Archives: Mystery

I have been back in Boston for two weeks, but I cannot seem to force myself to continue investigating my mother. Oh I had done all the preliminary work. I have found out the addresses and phone numbers of my … Continue reading →

I am sitting at a table, at my dad’s birthday party, and I’m playing with my salad while Charlie is attempting to digest a very chewy steak. Ellen had picked a good venue. The walls are covered in frescoes, the … Continue reading →

I am lying in my old bedroom, under a fuzzy pink blanket, which I always hated, waiting to hear the front door bang; so that I will know my father and step mom are out of the house. Flashbacks of … Continue reading →

It is 5 pm on a Tuesday, and I am putting things in my purse because I am about to leave the office. Before I am able to make my exit, Callie finds me. “Hey Ann,” she says, “remember that … Continue reading →

Charlie is lying in the same bed he had slept during his childhood. His hands are resting underneath his head, one of his legs is bent, and he is staring at the ceiling lost in thought. I flick his big … Continue reading →

Charlie and I are driving to his parents house to celebrate an unpleasant Statten holiday. Charlie stares silently at the road ahead, and this is the one day out of the year ( except for the days that I aggravate … Continue reading →

Since my trip to Salt Lake City, I have been having nightmares. Every night I wake up to Charlie shaking me. “Ann, are you alright? You were screaming in your sleep,” my husband whispers to me. I nod yes, that … Continue reading →

I am sitting in the library with a dusty old phone book in front of me. This book is over thirty years old, and ironically there are thirty people with the last name Myers in the book. I am checking … Continue reading →

I am lying in a soft hotel bed as I stare at a digital clock on my night stand. The numbers say 8:58, and at 9:00 my plane is supposed to take off. I wait until the clock says 9:05, … Continue reading →

I am 20 miles away from the salt lake city library,but I might as well be 20,000 miles away. Charlie and I are sitting in the Salt Lake City airport, waiting for our connecting flight back to Boston. I stare … Continue reading →

Charlie and I sit on the hotel bed while we watch TV. He came up for my last weekend in Auburn, and of course we had to have dinner with his parents. Charlie and Elaine discussed Al’s plans to marry … Continue reading →

When I was in college I took an ethics class. The professor would start every class by telling a story. Each story outlined our class discussion of the day. My favorite was about an old man who seeks nostalgia by … Continue reading →

Claire and her three-year old daughter Melanie came over for dinner. Melanie sits in the living room, watching Bambi, which Claire brought for her. The grownups sit in the kitchen drinking wine and chatting.  “This is her fifteenth time watching … Continue reading →

Charlie and I are sitting and gabbing at my dad’s wedding. Well it’s actually the reception, my dad and Ellen married in court last week. Ellen had never been married before, so she wanted a party, and Charlie and I … Continue reading →

I’m sitting at my desk at work, in the Auburn office. Tom, Callie, and I had been sent to this tiny city again, but only for a week this time. Tom is unhappy that he is sent away from his kids. This time … Continue reading →

My dad is coming to town tomorrow to introduce me to his fiancé. For eight months he’s been dating an executive named Ellen, whose fifteen years his junior. Last month they decided to get married. I always thought I’d be … Continue reading →

Charlie is making breakfast. He is wearing boxers and a faded “kiss me I’m Irish” t-shirt, as he flips hash browns on the pan, while whistling a familiar tune. The sun streams though the window, filling our kitchen with light. … Continue reading →

  “Since when are you interested in eagles”, Charlie asks, as he gazes through my eagle book. It is the weekend, and Charlie has driven to Auburn to spend it with me. I had been getting ready to go out … Continue reading →

Although my depression started after my mom’s death, it was not fueled by grief. My mom and I were never close, although I was closer to her than my other relatives. What activated my depression was the realization that my … Continue reading →

“Have you heard the news”, Callie, my coworker, asks me, as she taps her perfectly manicured nails against my desk. “What news?” “Well, rumor has it, that you, Tom, and I, are going to be sent to work in the … Continue reading →

I lie in bed staring at the ceiling. The smoothness of the white paint is very mesmerizing. For the past year, my weekdays have been very monotonous. Wake up, drink strong coffee, make small talk at work, gobble up dinner … Continue reading →

I lie in the flower field staring at the sky. My head peacefully rests on my hands. The sun, which at first I barely felt due to the cool breeze, is beginning to burn my ankles and face, the only … Continue reading →