I knew my life was about to change the morning I woke to find Salman Rushdie leaning over my bed with a microphone. The cameraman beside him smiling. Rushdie cleared his throat and began with, "E—T—you could be the Next Great American Writer." And then I saw my husband, still in his pajamas, standing in the doorway behind the lights and the boom. He was holding the baby. He shrugged.
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