The big idea: are memories fact or fiction?
Truth and illusion are woven together as we tell ourselves into beingOne of my earliest memories is of being teased on my first day of school for speaking with a Dutch accent. I blamed my mother for this humiliation and returned home furious. “It’s three, not tree. Th-ree!” I told her. The strange thing about this memory is that it... #press
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