Bearing Witness

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At 5 years old, I banged away on my parents’ typewriter, convinced I had something important to say. By second grade, facing my first ‘What I Did This Summer’ assignment, I’d lost that conviction entirely. Early experiences stripped that away and left me feeling I must fend for myself, prove my value, earn safety by performance, and expect everything to be temporary. This is, as you can imagine,…

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