Save Me the Plums: My Gourmet Memoir

by Ruth Reichl

When you have a bipolar parent, you never know what’s coming. Change is always lurking, waiting to pitchfork you into a new life. You can’t control it and you never know what form it will take. How I envied Jeanie, who could count on finding the same mother every time she came home. Like all children, I craved consistency; all I ever got was change.

I’d learned an important lesson: When something frightens me, it is definitely worth doing.