“No Success Can Compensate For Failure in the Home”
Some people are so fatalistic and so neurotically attuned to our own bodies that we are certain every new sensation means that we are dying. Each stuttered heartbeat is a latent blood clot; every twitching muscle warns of early-onset ALS. Others, like my husband, live blithely in the face of our inevitable doom. David manages to wake up early, make coffee, and complete the New York Times crossword puzzle without losing three hours to researching signs and symptoms of inflammatory breast cancer. I ask him how he does it and he says he does not know. The coronavirus pandemic hasn’t helped […]
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