The birth of the great American novel | April 8, 2026
My parents came up for the weekend and brought with them grandparentness: chocolate chip cookie bars, videos of model trains, presents for two very spoiled children, and love. They also brought a bagful of my childhood they had cleaned out of a Tupperware tub in their storage room. That bag included a Cabbage Patch Kid named Babette; a pair of my red patent leather Mary Janes, which I wore exclusively starting around…
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