Doggie Au Pair- A Labor of Love

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“I just love dogs-how could you not?” said Ultan Connolly during a late Summer afternoon stroll with one of his clients.

Bonnie, a black Labrador, vigorously wags her tail in agreement and proceeds to lead the way through a sun streaked path in a woods just south of Boston. Ultan leans in, whispers a command and Bonnie immediately sits appearing to revel in the attention of the 48-year old Dedham resident whose speech reflects more than a hint of his native Galway.

Although Bonnie is not Ultan’s dog, he treats the 7- year old pooch as if she were part of his own family.

The affection, clearly genuine, is unabashedly reciprocated by his canine companion in the form of licks, jumps and more wagging.

“Not a bad day at the office,” he says with a smile against the bucolic backdrop.

Amid the sound of chirping birds, Ultan gently pats Bonnie…

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No Pain, No Spain

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By Matt Benedetti   ERS Personal Journalist

“You can have excuses or results but you can’t have both,” said Kevin Hennessey, President of BRABO Payroll on a brilliant October morning in his downtown Plymouth, Massachusetts office.

Roaming seagulls and a gentle surf can be heard from the beach a block south in what was likely the final nod toward a fading Indian Summer.

Kevin flashes a wide smile and bounds about the bright two-story Court Street headquarters brimming with an enthusiasm borne from realized ambition.

Two years ago, Kevin created Brabo Payroll, a full-service comprehensive payroll and human resources firm that provides payroll solutions to businesses throughout southeastern New England.

Since its inception, Brabo has experienced robust growth and is positioned to expand in the near term. Powered by the most secure, and comprehensive software in the industry, Brabo is considered an elite firm.

Always indefatigable, Hennessey…

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What My First Pet Taught Me About Death

My parents bought my first dog on the spur of the moment and named her after a license plate. Her name was Zoe, like the last three letters of our license plate, Z-O-E, not Zoey or Zöe as I corrected teachers who circled my spelling with red circles through school. I loved Zoe. We were almost exactly …

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The Witch’s Child, Wicked and Wonderful

Bedtime Stories Lilian Moore "Tell me a story," Says Witch's Child. "About the Beast So fierce and wild. About a ghost That shrieks and groans. A skeleton That rattles bones. About a Monster Crawly-creepy. Something nice To make me sleepy."     This is my mother's favorite poem. She seemed to recite it constantly when …

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“I want to mean something to someone.” | Strength in Numbers | How it Feels to be 18

In this series, Strength in Numbers, I interview humans of different ages and stages of life to learn how it feels to be in their shoes. Today we meet Devyn. Devyn is no stranger to the digital world. The 18-year-old Call of Duty enthusiast spends hours on his computer playing video games, talking to friends, …

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“Something Resembling an Adult” | Strength in Numbers | How it feels to be 23

Rain pelts the windshield of my Subaru as Brian and I drive by cow after cow en route to driving school. We will be stuck together in this car for a total of four hours this week winding along these same streets. Not so much "stuck", I volunteered to drive Brian to class after he …

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In Fourth Grade I Wrote My Mother the Creepiest Letter

We've been through this, I was a weird kid. Sometimes I think to myself--man, I couldn't have been that weird. Surely I misremember the past to some degree. I mean, look at her, she's harmless. What's a penchant for horrific masks among friends? From the time I waffle-stomped dog shit down the bathroom drain, thereby …

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