I wonder if all memoirists have this? Some people from my past have read my book and now we have to really go over it.

I talked about it. In The Russian American School of Tomorrow I talked about what was happening in a real way.

I didn’t talk about it then, Not while it was happening. And never to people I was casually aquainted with.

But now, I am opening myself to go over it. With the people who know the names of the names I changed in the story.

It’s uncomfortable.

But it’s good I think. And maybe I will have more good friends by the end than I had at the beginning.