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I Told My Dad I Could Never Love His Novel Like He Did (I Was Wrong)
I get it, Dad. It’s your baby, I said. He’d just finished the most current of several iterations of his novel and now he was trying to persuade me to edit it.
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How a FB Memory Re-Converted Me (to Social Media)
No wonder my mom was worried. Looking at myself from five years ago—rail-thin, smiling fiercely in my birthday purchases—the story starts coming together in my mind. I think I’m ready to tell it.
