Mary Karr on The Art of Memoir
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve begun concocting a real, honest-to-God bucket list.
When I was younger, I had a different kind of list: a checklist. I ran around like I was on some crazed Easter egg hunt, cramming in as many experiences as possible, all for the pleasure of checking those suckers off the list. It was about acquisitionand accomplishment, not meaning. (Welcome to the manic phase of manic depression: All peak...
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