Wherever I go, I would tell myself, as long as there’s tea, I’m home. Like many girls, I passed through a tea party stage as a child, but tea became especially meaningful to me in high school, when my sister would coax me awake in the mornings with a mug of milky-sweet Irish Breakfast. This piece has inspired me to attempt a similar essay, albeit about a less obviously freighted topic, and I’d like to use this short blog assignment to sketch it out. It’s a profoundly resonant place that deepens in meaning as Ito passes through the different stages of her life. The hospital was a place where she worked for years it is also the place where she met her husband, lost her first child, and, more recently, brought her 92-year-old mother to the emergency room. I was moved by the beauty of the writing in Susan Ito’s “ Rounds” as well as by its subject matter: the centrality of the hospital to her life.
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