... then putting it off, then making myself face it again; face the present, admit the past.
As I've tried to articulate the past, making sense of it, interpreting it, I've also been absorbing others' memoirs.
How do they make sense of their past? Of how it's shaped them?
And why is it helpful - or, better yet, critical - that I read it?
What I've Been Reading
I've read a number of memoirs recently, both to find myself in each one hopefully discovering the secret of how to be a human, and also to absorb the essence of excellent memoir writing so that I could deliver it to my readers, too.