Nonfiction | December 01, 1999

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A year after I have been back on my feet, sleep deprived with a baby, I am watching television. I am laughing hard. Frasier and his father, Martin, are bickering as they reluctantly enter a hospital room. They tiptoe gingerly, comedic, bumbling, bumping into each other, not wanting to enter. I hope we’re not disturbing you, they say to the patient. This takes me back.

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