Stuck at home in early December with a cold, I found myself too cranky and restless to just curl up with a good book and get better. When my eye fell on that overflowing underwear drawer I’d been telling myself I’d clean out one of these days, I dumped the contents on my bed and
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Hineni
I was ten years old when I walked down the gray corridors of the hospital to visit my mother, as she sat in a wheelchair, wrapped in a pale blue hospital gown. Three days earlier she had found a lump in her breast, had it biopsied, and the doctors performed a mastectomy on the
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