In 2006, I attended a men’s conference, representing a small facility for recovering men I helped create. At the time, the place was still relatively new. We had a booth, and I spent nearly the entire time manning it to promote our little program.
Meanwhile, Robert Bly was the keynote speaker. Because he was scheduled to do a book signing one afternoon, …
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