A new essay, on Medium. A clip:
I was at the kitchen counter when it occurred to me that I might soon be hated.
“Um,” I said to my husband, who kept rinsing the coffee pot.
I pressed on. “Do you think people are going to hate me for writing about Amanda and the children?”
My husband turned from the sink. He said he needed a little more information. I said that writing about the murder of a child could be seen as trafficking in the misery of others. I thought but did not say that people might see the book I was about to publish as a cheap disseminator of pain...
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