I was checking the mail one afternoon, chatting with a neighbor, when I mentioned I had surgery coming up. She asked if she could make us a meal. Then she said something that has stayed with me: bringing meals is one way our neighborhood shows up for each other. So I set up a meal train, and she passed it along. For over a week, dinner arrived at our door every night. It isn’t the first time. Our neighbors supported us when I had surgery four years ago. And nearly nine years

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