I was that stereotypical “reading” kid with my nose in a book at all times. I remember my parents scolding me to look out the window as we drove through redwoods on a family road trip and peeking at pages of a novel under the dinner table until they told me to put it down. No surprise, I majored in English. In college, I debated whether to pursue a care…
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