“You should write a book!”
I’ve heard this most of my life, almost always after I’ve let drop some of the more provocative details of my personal life. My family life. The family I grew up in. And I agree: truth is stranger than fiction, and, as such, can be more entertaining. But I’m ambivalent. For one thing, I can be accused of exploiting my strange h…
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