The Wisdom of ‘We‘re Going on a Bear Hunt’

By Cathy Alter

I recently broke my ankle, and even though surgeons have rebuilt the joint, crutching around with grace, sleeping on my side, or taking a shower without the combination of my husband and a wobbly plastic stool still feels like a pipe dream. So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Mostly about hunting bears.

Example: the night before getting a billion stitches removed, a procedure that would have me writhing like a worm on hot cement, I comforted myself by repeating a line ...