My mother was Cleopatra: Reclaiming a flaky childhood legacy
When I was a child, my mother would occasionally describe her previous incarnations, including one in which she had been Cleopatra. Because she recounted her experiences with such a sober face and included detail down to the Egyptian flora and fauna, it was years before I could confidently conclude that she’d been pulling my leg. […]
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