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But in the muted, mint-green corridors, I learned how very fallible the body is, how little we can trust it. We humans are always at its mercy

What do you know? Every woman above the age of 40 sided with my father. They were completely unimpressed with my chinuch

It comes to him there in the chilly dressing room, kicks him in the gut — what happened before he left, hours ago, a concert ago

For just under a dollar, I can dispense TLC, validation, and the easing of rules where they don’t really matter

Twenty weeks and four days was too early for anything, no man’s land in terms of viability… but I wouldn’t let my mind go there

We laugh at ourselves and our awful memories, but inside, no one is laughing