A closer look at my self-saboteur
“It’s not a light.” I interrupted Diane’s weird metaphor, flipping through a memory book my mother had made for me until I found a wallet-sized photo of a plain little girl in a cherry red sweater.
I described my second-grade school picture to Diane over the phone—her set jaw, tightly drawn mouth, and frown lines (foresha…
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