It’s been two and a half months of non-stop memoir-related action: podcasts (mine and others), talks, guest blogs. It’s been a whirlwind, and I’ve re-experienced every emotion I’ve ever had in the process, in a sped up, hallucinatory kind of way. I’ve had lots of deep conversations with people, prompted by the memoir. And I’ve had, with one exception, t…
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