Maybe I’m dying. It’s a thought I’ve had a lot throughout my life. As a child I was paranoid and constantly frightened by everyone’s seemingly fragile health. That comes from being the daughter of someone who is chronically ill. My mother was in and out of the hospital, which meant a lot of my time was spent in and out of the hospital waiting rooms. As I got older... By Al Rosenberg. (March)
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