“Nobody likes me. ... hates me.” That’s the kind of thing that I used to say when I was a kid. “Well then, you might as well go eat worms.” That’s the kind of answer my mom would give me. Eat wo

I grew up living with my mother, and ... my father when he wasn’t ... the ocean in a ... I wasn’t the only child at home, but it often felt that way, and not just when I would lock

Seeking ... remember times where I would just sit and stare at my blank computer screen, trying to come up with some kind of ... I wanted to be the author of the Great American Novel