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For all intents and purposes, I was an only child. People don’t generally talk about the pressures that occur when you’re an only child, especially when one parent is a perfectionist. My dad had high standards and he held everyone (including himself) to them with great consequence if a person didn’t measure up. Of course,…

I was not allowed to have a key to get into our house. Dad thought that if I lost it and someone found it, they would be able to break in. No matter how many times Mom would say, “How would they know which house the key went to,” I was not allowed to have…

I’ve been writing furiously. I start my days with an ambitious to-do list, having budgeted a small chunk of time for writing; but by the end of the day, the to-do list has gone out the window and I will have written a new chapter. The book is ostensibly my memoir of growing up in…