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🗓️ 11 January 2017
⏱️ 21 minutes
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0:00.0 | Modern Love The Podcast is supported by |
0:10.0 | From The New York Times and WBUR Boston, this is Modern Love. |
0:20.0 | Stories of Love, Laws, and Redemption. |
0:23.0 | I'm your host, Megna Chakrabardi. |
0:31.0 | When a loved one becomes very ill, it can shift your perspective on love and family in surprising ways. |
0:39.0 | For Lee Newman, her father's failing health turned an ordinary family hunting trip into an unexpected lesson about hope. |
0:47.0 | Actor Darby Stanchfield of ABC's Scandal reads Lee Newman's essay, A Family That Takes No for An Answer. |
0:56.0 | Every year, my far-flung family gathers for Christmas at my parents' house in eastern Idaho, along the Snake River, where the snow falls with thick, dreamy, often relentless abandon. |
1:09.0 | Last year it had been falling for almost a week. |
1:12.0 | The day before Christmas Eve, as flakes continued to drift down in the afternoon light dimmed, my father suggested we shoot some ducks for dinner. |
1:22.0 | Who wanted to go? |
1:25.0 | My husband Lawrence did. He was new to the western ethos of hunting your own food. |
1:31.0 | And I wanted to go too. Even though I was five months pregnant, if only to distill any ideas my family might have, about my now being a Wimpy New York City pregnant lady, capable only of sitting in a rocker, ordering BPA-free baby bottles online. |
1:49.0 | Off we set, throwing on parkas and hauling out shotguns. |
1:55.0 | The route down to the river is a narrow quarter mile walk through cottonwoods. |
2:01.0 | The fresh drifts came up to our thighs. |
2:04.0 | We lumbered along our spaniel, Tori, nosing ahead. |
2:09.0 | Ten yards before the bank, dad motioned us down with his glove. |
2:14.0 | We hit the snow, peaking through thickets of ice branches to scout what lay below. |
2:20.0 | We crossed a semi-frozen knee-high section of the river, climbing up a narrow gravel island. |
2:30.0 | Already my hands were numb. I hadn't dressed properly. My gloves were finkulous and I had skipped the snow pants. |
2:38.0 | Just on the other side of the island, a small flock of ducks, plus several Canadian geese, were fusing in the bent, crackling reeds. |
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