Steve

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… a tell-all memoir told with beauty and insight, honesty and grit. Her midnight window staring is poetically explained: “When fiery dreams burn up our beds and spring us to our feet ….” She illuminates the common “I can’t do this anymore” as a longing “so deep that to ignore it would be like leaving a baby in the road.” And she occasionally swears like a lumberjack.

SteveLos Angeles
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