Imagine Them Reading Your Book
Today’s re-blog is a powerful account of a memoir and the author’s dealing with what she wrote…
By Shuly Cawood
My uncle and I stopped speaking to each other almost a decade ago. I loved my uncle, and he loved me, but we had an argument that mushroomed into a cloud so thick neither of us could see through it—until years later, when he got sick, and his prognosis became too grim to keep on refusing to exchange words, especially kind ones. When we did finally speak, ju...
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