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  • I had a dream that my mother found and read notebooks and notebooks full of my secrets and that I felt compelled to sever my ties with her and my father as a result of that betrayal.

    At what age, I wonder, do we start to cradle secret, private selves?

    And what does it feel like, I wonder, to be a parent, to watch as your tiny baby becomes a little boy or girl with a self just out of your reach, and then to watch as that little child becomes a teenager with an ever-expanding universe of thoughts, woes, resentments, longings and dreams.

    Until finally, he or she becomes a mystifying adult who sometimes seems like a stranger, but one that you love more than anyone else in the world.
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