My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Reactions to Us
We cannot be responsible for reactions to us. Whether people accept, like, hate, tolerate, or venerate is within themselves and not our concern. Yet I think we sometimes alter our message or ourselves, so someone will look favorably upon us, so they will recognize themselves rather than us in who we are.
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