We Tell Stories in Order to Die
I turned 39 not long after my first daughter was born. When she was about five months old, I saw the big four-oh on the horizon, and started to think about what I was going to leave behind when I was gone, at least from a literary perspective. So I looked at the bookshelf of … Continue reading We Tell Stories in Order to Die
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