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you must be weirdly young or brazenly old,alternatively, a sufferer and a worshipper, a defender less driven by grievance (that old rut), than curiosity,and lik...

  I didn’t know that when my father died, he’d be back,and wearing his robin’s-egg-blue suit to Sunday dinner,his tie loosened, jacket slung over the oak armcha...

  What I want from you is your attention. It’s been so long since I’ve felt any kind of fire for you. Where’s the plunging passion? I want to sing Holy, Holy, H...

  Our 93-year-old friend is reading the book, Being Mortal (Atul Gawande). “I’m trying to figure things out,” he says, smiling. “I’ve read it before, as an outs...