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My life looked more like this: work a 65 hour week, collapse on Friday night. Be grateful that I don’t have kids. Drag my yaya to the...

Breakfast happened in a sunny corner of the kitchen on a plastic tablecloth whose flowered print had faded in spots from the sun and the...

My friends are precious to me, some known for 40 and 50 years. They’re the source of birthday cards and calls, emails and birthday...