I'm still here. I've been preoccupied since my current project was put on hold.

How do you calm down and mellow out after a rough or stressful day?Are you kidding me?...you're kidding me, right ( Read more... )

Talk about the worst injury you've ever had on the job. Whether it be a physical or emotional blow... or both!

The worst feeling on the job? Knowing I was absolutely, without a doubt, 100% in the right and knowing that not even that could save my ass from politics within the Baltimore PD.

Alcoholism is big with law enforcement. Do you drink? A lot? Are you an alcoholic? Why? What parts of the job are connected to it? Or is it all personal? Talk about it!

I can handle my liquor.  I'll drink beer, if it's there, but I prefer scotch or vodka, rum if I have to.  I'm the girl who makes her date raise his brows by being able to down ( Read more... )

So, what did everyone else do this evening?

I went for a long walk and looked in on a friend of a friend.

I'm not a cop. While I get that cops think a certain way, I don't think like them, no matter how hard I try. You screw up evidence, you show a hint of impropriety on my scene and you're gone. I fired a guy for stealing jewelry off of a body once. I've gone toe-to-toe with the brass about wrongdoings within the City of Baltimore and lost. No one ( Read more... )

I’m certain that we’ve all done things we shouldn’t have. As humans, it's inevitable that we grow attachments and friendships. And through long hours and a society that holds us all at a distance until they’re in need of our expertise, professional can't help but bleed into the personal. The personal can become intimate friendships and at times ( Read more... )

I'm a medical examiner. I don't carry a gun, nor do I usually deal with suspects. Really, unless I stab myself with my scalpel or Hagedorn needle, or I don't know, fall onto a bone saw, there's not much of a chance of me being injured on the job ( Read more... )

Coincidently, Olivia and I were just having a conversation about the weather.Spring in New England. Winter gives way to warmer temps and daylight savings time. Here in Boston, we wash the grey road salt of our vehicles to make room for bird crap and a coat of yellow tree pollen. Between the Duck Boats, Swan Boats, and first pitch at Fenway, ( Read more... )

Yes, I've been shot on the job.

I got shot in the ass.

Go ahead, let the mockery begin.