The Humbling Art of the Autobiography
My mother was recently cleaning out an old closet and came across something priceless. Not Antiques Roadshow priceless. More like the glimpse-into-yourself-as-a-child kind of priceless, where you realize the stone was cast much earlier than you thought. She had found several pages of the autobiography I wrote in approximately fourth grade. Oh boy. Let me […]
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