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Dear Auntie, So, to preface this question, some background: my dad passed away when I was three, so I come from a single-parent household. Maddy and Kelsey address their greatest fears from the wizarding world in this week's Potter Notes. More → Summer's coming to a swift and grievous end, which isn't a surprise but still makes me feel like I’m confronting some harsh truths.

My mother, who I love, has dated a few people over the course of my life (I am 18). More → While Hogwarts is a magic academy for children, you'd never know it from how insanely terrifying the place is.

I’m not an atheist or an agnostic, but my spiritual views do not conform to the intolerance spewed by the priest every weekend.

More → Dear Auntie, I’m 22, still live with my family, and hate going to church.

You can write in sober first person (“I found later with Julie I didn't need the practice session with Danielle”), but some feel this is self-serving and others, such as myself, need the safe distance from slivers of memory provided by humor, misdirection, and second or even third person (“At least he wore a condom both times”).

Don't take examples from television or books or newspapers unless they have an effect on you.

Don't write about Kurt Cobain's suicide after achieving fatherhood or Jimi and Janis overdosing when you were a teen unless you're a musician—even a part-time folk-rock banjo-picker—wondering how you ever made it out of adolescence since you were so horny yet scared of sex you could only function by smoking a joint first thing in the morning to slow down your thoughts yet still dragged home at midnight after playing a party and jerked off into a dark toilet bowl before passing out in bed worried if you'd wake the next morning and mostly hoping you wouldn't, having all these memories from those horrid nights years ago cascade through your mind when you returned home from a jam session last Wednesday night a little drunk and then—after checking on Jordan and his sister sleeping peacefully—crying for Kurt who'll never know his own child and crying for Jim Morrison and Carla Hill and Randy Batson who died in a car accident in high school and all the others you remember, knowing it was just luck you made it and they didn't, finally wiping away the tears as you piss tequila residue into a murky toilet before going to sleep knowing you're gonna drag tomorrow at work but sure you'll wake up in time as you always do.

You could follow this thought with the trials and tribulations of your own penis, unless you're a woman—but of course females are involved with love, sex, and life built around their own body parts, which can provide many interesting topics.

The key to maintaining reader interest is to be open and honest, displaying your concerns and fears through specific, true-life examples rather than abstract concepts about how you think sex education is important because you learned the hard way on your own and you doubt you'll explain things any better than your own father did.

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