Food for Naught

IN THE SUMMER OF 2008, Karen Clark, now 55, lived with her mother, Frances, in Madoc, Ont. Home was an old homestead that had been in the family for five generations — the kind of house where you cram putty around the windows to keep the wind out in winter, then pry it out again when the weather gets warm. That’s what Frances was busy doing on the day she tripped and fell, dislocating her shoulder.