writing
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My parents claim that I was two, maybe three years old when I started reading. It’s possible, I guess, but I suspect it’s more likely that I had become very good at mimicry and was memorizing what I heard when we passed street signs rather than processing the words I saw. Still, my parents encouraged
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This post is born out of something different that I had intended to write, but didn’t work. I had written almost 1,000 words; it was reaching essay proportions. But while I was writing the roughly 1,000 words something unexpected happened that threw a wrench into the whole process: I told the truth. It’s not that


