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Thrashing Against and Surrendering to Reality: Everyday Magic, Day 1,041
Going out of my mind (or into it). Art by Hong Chun Zhang (hanging at local hospital) Sitting still was never my forte. I was a kicking and twisting baby, a kid who couldn't stay in my seat, and an adult who rarely goes a minute with fidgeting. I'm almost always in motion, unless I'm asleep when, strangely enough, I'm capable of holding very still and dreaming I'm walking along the Jersey show with Bruce Springsteen, talking about what we're writing. Maybe I just have few spe
Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
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