BACKSTORY: Monday night. Bedtime. I go to tuck in Buddy Boy. His bed is empty. The house is quiet, except for some faint "crunching" sounds. I walk downstairs, turn the corner and see this:
I spoke at the Library of Congress and I’m pretty sure they asked me as a
mistake but I’m so glad they did.
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A week ago I was in Washington DC for the National Book Festival and I
somehow got asked to be one of the five speakers at the opening ceremony in
the actu...
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