In late March of 2001, a month after my daughter Laura had been diagnosed with Down syndrome, I drove out to the Oregon desert. Theresa, my wife, had taken Laura and her 5-year-old sister, Ellie, back East, to visit family; I wanted some distance, a change of landscape. A broader perspective, or at least a new one.
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