He’d fibbed about being the person he really was, the person he’d described to me when we met, the man he’d made himself out to be was the person he wished he was, the person he wanted to be, not the person he was.
He’d fibbed about being the person he really was, the person he’d described to me when we met, the man he’d made himself out to be was the person he wished he was, the person he wanted to be, not the person he was.
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Letters from the women in my family to their mothers from 1910-1980.
The art of losing
The Life and Times of a retired Soldier, Boxer, Pilot, Husband, Father and Grandfather
tales of untruths
My memoir. Where I cuss a lot.
Dear Diary...