Copycat

"She says your an automaton," my mother said to me. I was 12 and standing in her bedroom doorway. She sat on the edge of her bed. "What does that mean?" I asked, wishing I had my mother's vocabulary. "She meant you don't think for yourself. You think what I tell you. That you want …

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Old Enough

"Mommy, how old were you when your mom died?" my son asked. "Twenty-one," I said. "Well," he said. "At least you were old enough to walk to school by yourself." But am I old enough to write a good book? I read an article recently that talked about age discrimination in publishing. Does it help …

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