My parents, my writing identity

  In the days before the Internet, I used to write long newsy stream-of-consciousness letters to my friends; I think at my peak there were 36 people I wrote to on a regular to semi-regular basis. Then I got on the Internet, and started sending out general updates, sometimes with personal notes. What’s-up-with-me, keeping-in-touch-with-you emails, … Continue reading My parents, my writing identity

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