I've written a bare-naked, truth-filled (non-fiction) book that begins with the suicide of my young son, and grabs the reader by the hand to drag them along the journey through the trenches and eventually to conscious survival. I would be less vulnerable to stand naked in the auditorium and read diary pages to my peers, or to a Senate of conservatives....Anyone relate?
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