Madeline L'Engle died yesterday at 88.
In a way, she was more responsible than any other author for making me realize that I wanted to become a writer.
I owe her more than I can say.
07 September 2007
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Very occasional musings of several not-so-recent Harvard grads as they embark on their chosen careers and adjust to no longer being single.
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