Yesterday I ran a marathon, finished my PhD, lived in a foreign country where I didn’t speak the language. Yesterday …
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I learned to love books from my Mom. As a child I could reliably find my Mom in the study …
My Dad paddles furiously at the water, working to get in front of the wave and glide his wide and …
Sometimes I wonder if I am hiding when I write. I’m writing a memoir about a time in my past, …
My Mom went to a movie the other day. The movie was about a boy, or maybe a man, who …