I don't spend enough time with this book as I should, it just makes me too sad to read it. There's something painfully truthful about Joseph Pintauro's words... almost like, things we know, but don't want to think about... Oh, heck- I don't know. It's a beautiful book, here are some of my favorite pages.
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PS Can I just say, Norman Laliberté's handwriting samples make me want to pull out that Pilot Varsity Pen from my Black Ink days that I know I must have kicking around somewhere and practice my cursive.
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