I suppose my reluctance to write has much to do with my struggles learning to read. My mother stopped reading to me and my siblings by the time I turned five. I suspect she was overwhelmed with motherhood after four successive children, me being the third of the brood, a middle child. Her self-medicating alcohol consumption …
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