I Do Have A Really Good Memory.

The Shreiking Fight Or The Out-of-character Insult Endures Forever, While The Daily Sweetness Dissolves Like Sugar In Water.

I Don't Have A Copy Of My Books, And The Degree To Which I Never Read Them Is Profound. I Never Look.

Your Heart, Mary Karr, He'd Say. His Pen Touched My Sternum, And It Felt For All The World Like The Point Of A Dull Spear As He Said, Your Heart Knows What Your Head Don't. Or Won't.

Having A Great Dad Probably Permitted Me To Pal Around With Guys In A Way That Some Women Don't.

I Think We Fall In Love And Become Adults And Become Citizens In A Way By Writing Stories About Ourselves.