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There are a lot of women like me in the world, and we rarely get to see ourselves.

Jennifer Weiner

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Jennifer Weiner
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: March 28
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Writer
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Louisiana
Rarely
Women
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World

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God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the patience not to strangle my mother-in-law, chop her into little pieces, and dump them down a sewer.
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And then he left, and came back, and our lives fell apart, like a well-loved book that you’d read and read again, until one night you picked it up to read yourself to sleep and the binding collapsed, sending dozens of pages spiraling toward the floor.
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