Ordinary Things of Conspicuous Value
It was the summer before I began high school. I had just turned 13, and my spirit was roiling with enough hormones, nerves, and angst to power a revolution. Well, enough to have my father invite me to join him for a chat on the living room sofa. I sat beside him articulating all that … Continue reading Ordinary Things of Conspicuous Value
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