Lapsing into one of my nostalgic “when I grew up” stories, I tell my 25-year-old daughter how a physician with a black doctor’s bag would appear by my bedside whenever I was sick. “Magically, just like that?” she asks jokingly.
Lapsing into one of my nostalgic “when I grew up” stories, I tell my 25-year-old daughter how a physician with a black doctor’s bag would appear by my bedside whenever I was sick. “Magically, just like that?” she asks jokingly.