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For my Father on his Birthday: A Harvest Bow
One winter Sunday in Phoenix, I woke to the high-pitched scrape of steel on steel, my father in the kitchen sharpening my dull bread knife because “for God’s sake, it wouldn’t cut butter.” I stayed in bed. A widow for 25 days and stuck in the past because I knew my way around it, I allowed the familiar sound of…
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Banking on breast cancer? Stop it.
It’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but you already knew that. Some of you are beyond aware, fatigued by the reiterated reassurances that early detection is the next best thing to curing breast cancer. You might even be quietly resigned to accepting “No Evidence of Disease” (NED) as good as it’s going to get, but you might not say so out…