
I hadn’t written in twenty years. Well, I’d written—plenty—but hadn’t called myself a writer since grad school.
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[Editor’s note: This essay was excerpted from Beth Kephart’s Aug. 25 opening address at HippoCamp 2018, Hippocampus Magazine’s annual conference for creative nonfiction writers.] We live in a truth-imperiled world. We live among fakers and relativists, liars and cheats, embellishers and subjectivists. We live afraid that the truth could be anything, or will remain forever…