Gail Bowen
Moving Incrementally
Spring already feels like summer, with the searing daytime temperatures and the ferocious but short-lived evening thunderstorms: I watch the progress of the weather through the window of my hospital room, thinking on the day when I might be able to feel something other than the temperate uniformity of central air. But with each day that passes, I feel I move closer and closer to that main door of the building that keeps me...
Newsletter 31
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