I write because I like to make people laugh. I write to understand what I think and feel. I write because I think I’m clever. I write to pay the mortgage. I write to avoid work. I write to be part of the conversation. I write to shape the conversation. I write to have a voice. I write because someone wants an answer. I write to remember. I write to memorialize. I write because my dog died last year (my first daughter). I write to make sense of her astounding loyalty, her boundless love. I write to remember the words I whispered in her ear as she slipped away: Be brave, be brave.
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