AT 35, STILL NO PROSPECTS?” MOM ANNOUNCED AT MY SISTER’S WEDDING REHEARSAL DINNER. “YOU’LL NEVER GET MARRIED.” THE WHOLE TABLE WENT SILENT. MY SISTER SMIRKED: “AT LEAST I FOUND SOMEONE.” I SMILED AND LOOKED AT THE DOOR. DR. JAMES HARTFORD-CHIEF OF CARDIOLOGY AT JOHNS HOPKINS-WALKED IN. HE KNELT BESIDE ME WITH A 5-CARAT DIAMOND: “SORRY I’M LATE, DARLING. THE SURGERY RAN LONG.” MY MOTHER’S FACE TURNED WHITE WHEN HE SAID… – News
The first thing I noticed was my own reflection in the glass—small, still, and strangely out of place—floating over a…