“I hold the world but as the world, a stage where every man must play a part. And mine is a sad one,’” I quoted. How often had I pondered that line? My mother looked up at me, her head cocked quizzically. “Every part is a sad one, Deborah. And rarely one of our choosing.” I could not argue with that.”

“I hold the world but as the world, a stage where every man must play a part. And mine is a sad one,’” I quoted. How often had I pondered that line? My mother looked up at me, her head cocked quizzically. “Every part is a sad one, Deborah. And rarely one of our choosing.” I could not argue with that.”

— Amy Harmon