On The Privilege Of Being A Writer
May 14th, 2012 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 36 CommentsMy mother’s father was a coal miner. (Died of black lung.) My father’s father was a farmer. Sun up to sun down. My father worked 4AM to 4PM in a chemical-rich pigment factory. My mother cleaned houses. Day in, day out, back-breaking work. I am a writer. I sit in a fairly comfy office chair [...]
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