by Daniel Struckman Prologue: Ellen Bonde Winter, 1967 The doctor leaned in, his voice loud: “Ellen, do you want to die? Is that it?” She suffered in silence, a Norwegian. My grandma had often said she didn’t trust doctors and I knew she didn’t trust this one. The one who prescribed the mercury tablets to help […]

via Carl Bonde, Jr.’s childhood. — insearchofbud