When asked what I’d be if I weren’t a writer, I’m tempted to respond with one of father’s favorite phrases, one I despised while growing up: “I hate ‘what-ifs.'”
When asked what I’d be if I weren’t a writer, I’m tempted
When asked what I’d be if I weren’t a writer, I’m tempted to respond with one of father’s favorite phrases, one I despised while growing up: “I hate ‘what-ifs.'”
