I didn’t want to be a writer; growing up in a small farm community in rural Oklahoma, it never occurred to me that I could. Writing was for intellectuals, Ivy League graduates—not me. I dreamed of being a famous singer, a pet adoption agency owner or a marine biologist who rocked a wet suit at Sea World.
The day I told my best friend Beth about a story that had been simmering in my head for five years was the first day of the rest of my life. Beth insisted I sit down and write, so I did ...
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