Saturday, October 16, 2010

FAKE RIGHT, GO LEFT

I'm the baby of my family, and I was doted upon. It's really easy to become accustomed to that. I think my sister (a published author) still pulls her punches when she criticizes my writing. My wife is a middle child, and she lives to please. But right from the start, we verbalized the need to shoot for a healthier balance -- a balance of our neuroses -- a gentle tugging toward the center. Not that I'm a centrist or anything. A half-step further to the left, and I'd probably fall off the dock into the Red Sea!

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