I think it would be interesting if old people got anti-Alzheimer's disease where they slowly began to recover other people's lost memories.
I began as a weatherman and I learned very quickly I wasn't very good at it.
I began writing fiction when I started running out of material in my own life.
I began to understand the challenges that first-generation college students and students of color have in college.
Never the less, at the age of fifteen, having never seen a writer, a poet, a publisher or a magazine editor, and having only the vaguest ideas of procedure, I began working on the profession I had chosen.
I began to think that if you're a stutterer, it's about inhabiting silence, emptiness, and nothingness.
I began to see that the short texts I was writing were poster material.
The women's movement burst forth when I was fifteen. That was when I began to believe that life might semi-work out after all. The cavalry had arrived. Women were starting to say that you got to tell the truth now, that you had to tell the truth if you were going to heal and have an authentic life.
I was a fantastic student until ten, and then my mind began to wander.
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