As A Memoirist, I Strive

In My Godless Household, Poems Were The Closest We Came To Sacred Speech -- The Only Prayers Said.

I've Never Contended That I Had A Really Horrible Life.

It Turned Out To Be Impossible For Me To 'run Away' In The Sense Other American Teenagers Did. Any Movement At All Was Taken For Progress In My Family.

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

Mother’s Particular Devils Had Remained Mysterious To Me For Decades. So Had Her Past. Few Born Liars Ever Intentionally Embark In Truth’s Direction, Even Those Who Believe That Such A Journey Might Axiomatically Set Them Free.