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Unlocked Part Two, or, On That Open Road in Front of Me

(I wrote this Sunday night while I was still in the hospital) Being in the hospital is strange if not incredibly boring. There are only two televisions for a group of over 30 people and the channel is always turned to the Olympics. I have…

August 31, 2004


I have never felt more like a mother than when I made sure that I had a Tupperware container of Cheerios in my purse.