When I was a high school teacher I had a phrase written above the top of my white board. “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” The kids thought I did that to inspire them and they were only partly right. Mostly I wanted to remind myself that no one in that room had previous knowledge of me. I was allowed to reinvent myself over and over to fit any shape I needed to fit.

When you grow up in an incestuous family you know there is something wrong with you, with your whole family, by the time you are in high school. You know that people aren’t going to react to you the