Miles to go before I wed

By Heather Treseler

Five-foot-nine, my mother stands almost 6-feet tall in heeled shoes. In 1975, she graduated—at the actual and literal —top of her class at Providence College, with a degree in hospital administration. My father had graduated a year earlier. In fact, they had met in Spanish class, when my father and his football friends rigged the back door of the classroom so it would open, seemingly at random, and encourage Marita Ford to walk the length of the classroom to close it.…

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