My father was a writer; I’ve known a lot of children of writers – daughters and sons of writers, and it can be a hard way to grow up.
I have learned the hard way to mind my business, without judging who people are and what they do. I am more troubled by the lack of space being provided for the truth to unfold. Humans cannot seem to wait for or honor the truth. Instead, we make it up based on who we believe people should or should not be.
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