When I was still young enough to pay attention to the things my mother and father said, I would listen each night to their conversations across the dinner table. It was the early ’80s. We lived in the ant-farm suburbs of northern Virginia—my father an Army officer at the Pentagon, my mother a nurse who worked first at one nursing home, then another. In the evenings she returned home and served us children tuna tetrazzini as she served to our father the latest heartbreak she had witnessed at work: the corporate corner-cutting, the careless care, the families who dropped off mothers and...…When I was still young enough to pay attention to the things my mother and father said, I would listen each night to their conversations across the dinner table. It was the early ’80s. We lived in the ant-farm suburbs of northern Virginia—my father an Army officer at the Pentagon, my mother a nurse who worked first at one nursing home, then another. In the evenings she returned home and served us children tuna tetrazzini as she served to our father the latest heartbreak she had witnessed at work: the corporate corner-cutting, the careless care, the families who dropped off mothers and...WW…