How I’m not a car person. All sedans look alike to me. And all SUVs. But I’d know a VW bug anywhere. So there.
Acceptance. I’m working on it but not yet there.
Karen DeBonis

It’s weird coming from a family in which everyone adores their cars, yet I can hardly remember the year and brand name of my own.

I vividly remember telling my father when I was 8 years old that I thought cars were boring as we rolled in his beloved Buick convertible (I got the name of that one beat into my head).

Acceptance is such a beautiful thing to write about. I’’m excited to read!

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