Privacy Policy

Last updated May 25, 2018

My privacy policy can be found here, with the following appendage.

This site is mainly an addition to my main site michellegrewe.com. I just found it easier to format a blog post so that I could supply an entire book excerpt. But because this is powered by Google's Blogger, the derivative information and cookies are kind of separate here than michellegrewe.com. You can view Google's Privacy Policy. 

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