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In mid-March, I left my apartment in New Orleans to quarantine in Alabama with my mom and youngest sister. As COVID unfolded and the need to lockdown somewhere became clear, we all packed into the house my dad built 30 years ago on a secluded wooded plot near Mobile.

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If you stop at the limits of your innate talent, your life will never expand in the ways that you dream.

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I was about ten years old and completely delighted to have learned something new about my father: he passionately hated the Dallas Cowboys. It therefore seems fitting that the last conversation I had with him would involve that nefarious team.

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When one of my best friends told me that she had been sexually assaulted during a job interview, my first reaction was to rage. Yes, I raged against the man who had put his hands on her and asked her to do disgusting things. But I also raged against my friend — against her sitting there, against her decision not to report him and tear his company down, against her “letting him do it.” A decade earlier, I’d “let” someone assault me, too.