1989 and youthful folly

Getting into writing was an act of madness. Perhaps conceit. Perhaps when you’re young, you don’t really understand consequences. At any rate, I was like British comedienne Katherine Tate’s character who says, “I can do that!”, when she clearly can’t. I guess it was around 1989, a year or so after graduating,  I read a …

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