Once upon a time a Christmas Eve – a million years ago – the boy I lost my virginity to met the man I married, due to no fault of my own.
I shared how this went down during the Three Wordsmiths at the 2016 Newtown Arts Festival, but if you missed the open mic, here’s your chance to read what it’s like to be me, published live on Good Housekeeping.com.
Click here for a first row seat to the ghosts of Christmas past, and thanks to Good Housekeeping for telling me this essay was “pure joy” cuz it sure didn’t seem like it then.
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