I'm
home this week, doing some promo for my book and getting out the vote.
My timing worked out well, because I found an old spandex sequin-y
thing at a thrift store in New York, and decided I would dress up as
myself in High School for Halloween. So I set about digging through my
boxes at my dad's house to find my letter jacket. Going through my old
stuff is always fun; I do it every couple of years, but the older I
get, the more telling it becomes. What did I find this time? A red
scrunchie and perhaps one of my favorite books from my childhood that I
somehow blocked from my memory...
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