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I’ve been hungry several times in my life.
There’s a hunger — call it starvation, if we’re being honest — that goes beyond a choice between ramen or macaroni and cheese for the next week.
In the Fall of 2011, my mom died of ovarian cancer.
She’d spent the 4 1/2 years before that fighting it, including a major surgery, multiple rounds of chemo and radiation, and through nutrition and exercise.
A meditation on one of the deepest, most patriotic rights worth upholding, even when we don’t understand it.