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I didn’t cry at my mother’s funeral. I was fifteen at the time, and the ordeal of seeing her suffer for the last year of her life had left me emotionally paralyzed.
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I didn’t cry at my mother’s funeral. I was fifteen at the time, and the ordeal of seeing her suffer for the last year of her life had left me emotionally paralyzed.
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The year that Miriam and I turned fifteen, my mother died in Saint Charles Hospital in a room overlooking the harbor. It was early May and there were campus riots and teargas on the TV...
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The year that Miriam and I turned fifteen, my mother died in Saint Charles Hospital in a room overlooking the harbor. It was early May and there were campus riots and teargas on the TV...
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Lecture delivered at the Vermont College of Fine Arts on July 1, 2019
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Lecture delivered at the Vermont College of Fine Arts on July 1, 2019
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