The chapter that undoes me isn’t about loss. It’s joy—a memory glowing after everything fades. Editing it is like holding a firefly without crushing its light.
Tag: memory
Memory is a Fickle Bitch
Memory is a fickle bitch, especially when the past fights being pinned down. But sometimes, a giant beach ball comes along to set it free.
Drowning in Memory: the Quest for Self-Knowledge
Mary Karr says you’re bound to drown a bit writing a memoir. She’s right. My once placid understanding of my history, of who I am and was, is constantly being dismantled. Imagine your core memories, the ones that shaped you, potentially being misremembered. Yeah, that could drown a bitch.