This town is so small I’m thinking of calling my Ojai memoir, “No Place to Hide.” As we float through life in this beautiful fish bowl, we have to remember that what we think we know about each other is just the tip of the iceberg and no one is as they seem. I have no answers but I’ve finally learned that you have to let the story unfold—no jumping to conclusions till the last page is written—and even then there may be surprises at the funeral!
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