“May” is forty-five years old; she could be someone you know. She could live in Des Moines, Iowa, or the suburbs of Vancouver, or Manhattan, New York. She could be an attorney, or a stay-at-home mother, or perhaps she’s a sixth-grade science teacher, a job she loves so much she doesn’t even think of it as work. She has a loving husband and two young daughters, eight and ten.
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