“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” ~Anne Lamott
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The last time I saw Phil Scarpelli he was jumping up and down on my Zoom screen like a monkey in a Simpsons episode. The man is tiny, so you could see his whole body moving around in the square like an episode of Hollywood Squares. He was yelling that what I was saying was a lie. I was feeling very like Queen Gertrude in Hamlet, slitting my eyes and thinking, “The lady doeth protest too much.”
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