My older sister called me today, and asked me what I was up to. I told her I’m fighting the good fight with my pen - exposing fascism while raconteuring. I explained to her the sacrifice I had to make in order to continue writing, and she understood. Writing for me is like oxygen. I can’t live without it.
My sister is a full-time caretaker of her husban…
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