Yesterday afternoon, a reporter from the Boston Herald called my home number.

A number I never give out professionally. Because, you know, it’s my home number.

A number I have listed under my husband’s name so I’m not easy to find. Because even though I know that my stalker ex-boyfriend from the early 1990’s knows my husband’s . . . → Read More: In Which the Boston Herald Acted No Better Than My Stalker Ex-Boyfriend