I’ll never forget the last time I saw my stepmother, even though by then she’d already forgotten me. It was last year in the Florida hospice center Helen had lived in . . .
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By Michael Hinman
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12/7/23
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My parents were worried the moment I laid eyes on the apartment for the very first time. It was the entire top floor of a car dealership just off what would eventually become Interstate 86, at the edge of the Finger Lakes region upstate. This would be my first apartment — my first home outside the family home where I grew up in Pennsylvania.
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By Michael Hinman
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10/26/23
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