My dad's last meal was fried clams. Flashback to 1998. Dad was dying of lung cancer. The living room was dominated by the hospital bed sent by hospice once it was clear he could no longer manage the climb to the second floor bedroom. He had been in and out of consciousness for several days … Continue reading The Annual Ides of March Quest for Fried Clams
Karen Creamer Author, Coach, Speaker 
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