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You Wear It Well

No way to feign being blasé about this one: this past Sunday I had the joyous experience of launching The History of My Body, my first published novel after twenty-six years of writing fiction. The event was a rousing success – there was a gratifyingly packed house at the C.G. Jung Institute of Los Angeles as I spoke about my writing process and read from…my book!  Imagine my delight when copies of the book flew off the shelves of the Institute Bookstore to be inscribed by my beginner's trembling hand.

All of that – and my hopelessly broad grin - would be visible from the outside.

Less visible, but even more significant, is how poignant it feels to have stretched way beyond the opportunities afforded my parents - who worked their tails off as a plumber and waitress just to survive - and considerably farther into engagement with the world than ever imagined by the lonely outsider I was as a child.
That experience of loneliness undoubtedly played no small part in the genesis of Fleur R…