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No regrets

No regrets

Ruth McKeague

One Monday morning, about an hour into the workday, I checked my emails. “Sad” was the subject heading of a personal message, and I opened it up, curiosity piqued. “Sad”... »

Abundance or excess

Abundance or excess

Ruth McKeague

When I was 19, my then-boyfriend told me that his mother, on a recent business trip, had been in a restaurant where people paid $50 for lunch—which would be three times t... »