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The proper aim of life, even at its least creative, is handwritten on a secret card placed face down on the table before we draw our first breath. Our mothers, by some undiscoverable trick of love and light, seem always to know each word on the underside of not just their own card but of ours as well.  For Glenn Dickey, patriarch, doctor, and dear friendAnd to my Angel Mother, who continues to bear up … Continue reading Irrational Will