Working with one of my memoir writers recently we found she was having trouble with the chronology of her life story, and she began to bemoan the loss of her diaries. She had, she said, destroyed several of her diaries in a fit of boredom. She’d looked at them, declared there was nothing interesting inside those covers embellished with roses and lilies of the valley, or with spring flowers, and had thrown them out. Then she recalled that she’d stored some other diaries at her grandmother’s hou
Published on May 13, 2009 18:03