Today I am revising a fun memoir I first wrote as a model for a fifth-grade class. Given the choice of a time in my life when I was happy, sad, angry, afraid or embarrassed, the kids voted for “embarrassed.” What fun it was to watch them alternately cringing and writhing in their seats—but also … Continue reading He loves me, he loves me not
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