I’ve always dreamed of writing from a castle in France or an 18th-century renovated Victorian house in New England overlooking the sea. Does that surprise you? Don’t all writers? I am not anywhere near that dream. Instead, I am in a coffee shop in a suburb of the larger Denver metro area. Don’t get me…
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I used to think feminists were insane. I actually thought they were overblown, volatile, superfluous, and – get this, “asking for it.” I thought they hated men. I thought they wanted to destroy men. And, as ignorant as a turnip, I thought feminists were Satanists. (Gulp. Did I actually admit that?) It was what I…
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