BY SUSAN ESTRICH Like many people, I have a tendency to spend more time thinking about what’s wrong than what’s right, what’s missing rather than what is there, what I don’t have instead of what I do. My mother was a world-class worrier and a hopeless pessimist. If you asked her why, she would tell you that it was because she lost her mother at the age of 18, a loss she never recovered from. […]

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