Being kinder to the memory of the kid I was
*record scratch, freeze frame* Yep, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got into this situation. (Sorry, I’ve always wanted to do that.) For some reason, this version of me has been on my mind a bit lately. Maybe that’s because I’m revising a young adult novel and trying to tap into the feeling I …
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