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Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful but not in a cute festive way. More in a life-threatening way that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.

It is the superfluous things for which men sweat - superfluous things that wear our togas theadbare that force us to grow old in camp that dash us upon foreign shores.