“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

of flashcards because I had an exam the following week.

Dad found me studying at the kitchen table.

He picked one up.

“What’s this?”

“Cardiac pharmacology.”

He read the back.

“I understand none of this.”

“That makes two of us some days.”

He laughed.

Then his expression changed.

“I was wrong about something.”

I waited.

“I kept calling your program a risk because continue reading …