IT’S HARD TO KNOW whether to call it dread, foreboding, or brief panic, but it’s a feeling that many of the 24 people I’m sitting in a room with at Canyon Ranch wellness resort know too well.
For me, it’s like the floor has opened up and I’m about to fall through. It’s the feeling you get when you’re grasping for a name, a place, a detail, a fact, and all that’s coming up instead is a very real concern about whether this is the beginning of the end. Whether I’ll be sitting at the Thanks giving table someday like my mom did, chewing on the edge of a cloth napkin, while across the table, Dad registers a mixture of terror and heartbreak. Because when you’re at the dinner table, you eat, but
