At age nine, I had an epiphany. I was watching my parents holding hands as we walked across a parking lot after a football game.
The enormous sow was the picture of contentment, lying on her side under a gazebo-like structure that protected her from the intermittent tropical rain. What’s her name?
In September, news reports from England described yet another medical tragedy, complicated once more by the additional burdens of decision-making that medical technology now imposes on us.