Crest fallen, or Learning how to write after teaching it for 40 years
A few weeks ago I put something on Substack about Truth (a large subject, I admit) and within hours I realized it was wrong, it was dumb, and it was out there for all the world to see. It felt like when in my girlhood a flimsy cotton skirt would be blown up to my waist by a prurient breeze. The effect had nothing in common with Marilyn Monroe, though. Continue reading →
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