I used to believe my life was built on solid ground.
Not perfect—no one’s is—but steady. Predictable in the ways that make you feel safe. I knew who I was. I knew where I came from. I knew the rules: keep things neat, keep things quiet, don’t dig into places that don’t need digging.
That’s how my mother, Nancy, raised …
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