When I turned thirty, I was angry and unhappy, but didn’t really know it. I figured that niggling feeling, the one I couldn’t really identify, the one that wouldn’t go away, was…
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I ran into a surgical nurse at a party last week in Ireland. We were chatting about life, as one is prone to do at gatherings. And when I told…
I watch my mother get ready for work while I’m visiting her in Medora, North Dakota. At 76, she spends the summer months selling expensive trinkets in some tourist trap…
