Several weeks ago, I announced that I was working on a book. Many people ask me how the book writing is going, and I started to receive that question as the equivalent of my kids asking me, “What’s for dinner?” (Which usually slightly annoys me because they ask before I’ve thought about what I’m making.) As I analyzed my feelings, I realized it brought …
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