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At age 15, Liz Moody told an editor at The Modesto Bee she ought to have a column. Over the past six years, she's written about everything from fondue to prostitution. In her farewell column today, she reveals that spent nights awake crying over letters from readers "telling me that I shouldn't be writing, that I should go to hell, that my opinion didn't deserve to be heard."
I have ordained myself the unofficial United States travel ambassador. I work very hard in my position. I sample as many gastronomical delights from various countries as I can, maintaining a cheery disposition, even when arguing with non-English-speaking waiters, and insisting, upon returning to America, that everyone in foreign lands is wonderful and welcoming. Yes, even the French.
I was talking to my father on the phone the other day when I announced, "I made pasta for dinner tonight."