I tell people that I spent my "formative years" living on a reservation along the St. Lawrence River, where Ontario, Quebec, and New York meet in an insane patchwork of jurisdictions. This is not a lie. But it’s not quite the truth either. I didn’t spend time there, as one might spend money, exchanging it…
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Dr. Courageous
"You can just take this and hide it in your pocket." That is what the pediatric urgent care doctor, whose last name is an ironic synonym for "courageous", told me as she slipped me a card with the name of an over-the-counter remedy for yeast infections written on it. Erin had been complaining for a…
Four Fathers
On Saturday I met four fathers. In the morning I met The Swimmer. At the baby pool, with his son in tow, he towered over the toddlers in the water, a frame toned by a lifelong dedication to swimming; evidence that he continued to swim regularly. His son, months older than Erin, took wobbly steps…
