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Bonanza

I caught a bug somewhere between Portland and Albuquerque, so I’m feeding it hot tea, aspirin, soup and ice cream. With the aim of getting a sympathetic response from my husband, I take my temperature often, but it never even … Continue reading

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When Hope Diminishes

When the writer and neurologist Oliver Sacks learned his death was certain, he wrote that he was going to stop reading the daily news. Reading and listening to the news each morning is a long-held routine, yet I think it … Continue reading

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