I’m an imposter.

Imposter syndrome. It sneaks up on all of us. One day you’re walking along, being all “whatever” and suddenly it hits you – Who do I think I am? Why do I think I’m allowed to partake in whateverthethingisyouwerealreadydoinganyway?   I’m not in anyway an official historian, but I find the history of Salem to […]

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