While working on my travel memoir this weekend, I wrote this paragraph:
He softly kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jawline, then inched toward my ear, where he began whispering sweet nothings. At least, I assumed they were sweet nothings – his French words weren’t clear enough for me to understand.
Then I thought to myself: Oh my God, my parents are going to read this!
Mom and Dad, don’t be surprised if your copy includes entire paragraphs of blacked-out text.