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Happy summer Sunday to you! We’ve been sweltering here in Massachusetts for a couple of weeks now, but I’ll be missing it come January. Today I’m opting out of the book recommendation because I’ve got something more important to discuss. And I hope you’ll indulge me because frankly, it’s important to all of us.

In general, I’m not a person who gets on my soapbox. In fact, I tend to roll my eyes at people who always seem to be on their soapbox. You know the type. Blah, blah, blather, blather. I have strong opinions about most things, but I don’t like debates, and I don’t have a burning internal desire to make people agree with me if they have a differing viewpoint. Life is short, and I’d prefer to be a lover, not a fighter.

That said, there are times when a person has to speak up because it’s appropriate and because it’s the right thing to do. And in this instance, I do have an internal burning desire to say SHAME ON YOU, ROLLING STONE. My jaw hit the floor when I saw that cover on the news the other night, and my heart rate still accelerates every time I think of that terrorist being glamorized.

I had the pleasure of having dinner with three lovely ladies a few evenings ago, and all three of them have husbands who served in the military, and one has a son who did as well. Watching those strong women during our meal, I tried to imagine their past sleepless nights, when they wondered if their loved ones were safe. When they wondered if they’d be raising children alone and when they wondered how they’d get by if their husband or son was killed. Those women and their family members, along with immeasurable numbers of others, love this country. We sleep safe in our beds because of the people who are willing to die for our freedom. There’s not enough room on the internet to write about the debt of gratitude we owe our soldiers and their families; they are the people who make picnics and Patriots Day and marathons and baseball games possible.

They are the people who also fight for free speech and freedom of the press, despite the fact that it was used in its most appalling form this past week. To see a time-honored, well-reputed magazine make the decision to put an un-American monster on their cover is something I can’t quite process. He’s not a boy. He’s not a rock star. He’s a terrorist. He’s not a person who deserves a chance or deserves publicity or deserves anyone to feel anything but disgust for him. He plotted to hurt, maim, and kill Americans on a special day in an amazing city, and he and his brother did just that.

Like many of you, I’ll never forget the sick and helpless feeling I had when I heard about the Boston bombings. And every single day I’m aware of the heart and spirit of Boston as it has tried to heal and get back on its feet. So Rolling Stone, you may have knocked us back a step or two with your senseless and insensitive decision, but we’ll never stay down and we’ll be back better than ever. Boston Strong. Always. God Bless America.

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Happy humid Sunday, people! I hope you’re in some air conditioning wherever this finds you.

This week’s read was titled Final Appeal, by Lisa Scottoline. I thought that I’d read every one of her books so far, but I somehow missed this one. (It’s Rosato and Associates Series #2 for those of you familiar with the series). The main character in this book is single mom Grace Rossi, who’s an attorney working on a death penalty appeal and who has a very brief affair with her boss–a judge–before he ostensibly commits suicide. But Grace is determined that it wasn’t a suicide and sets out to straighten the record. When she discovers an apartment under an alias, a son that no one knew the judge had, a mysterious checkbook with a balance of $650,000, and some shady officials within the courthouse, she becomes convinced that he was murdered. While trying to track down a killer, she also juggles the life of a single working mother and finds out one evening that her six-year-old daughter made a “new friend” at the playground, a grown man…

Like all Scottoline books, the cast of characters in this story are very witty and have a lot of good banter between them. The story is very fast-paced and easy to read, and you’ll blow through it in just a couple of sit downs. So crank the A/C, grab yourself a lemonade, and give Final Appeal a go. ‘Til next week, happy reading! 🙂

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