Twenty years
Two decades ago this week, I became a writer. An actual, professional one. This was my first article for The New York Times
I realized something. It was exactly twenty years ago this week that I became a writer. Which is weird, since I’m a very, very young man still. Incredibly young. The youngest.
Well.
Since everything is terrible right now, why not celebrate the little milestones? This one means a lot to me, because when I started, all I had ever dreamed of was to write for
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