I think I have a bad memory – or maybe I am very good at forgetting embarrassing or difficult memories – I am only thirty-three and I feel like much of my past is foggy. Is that normal?
I have formative memories: those memories that I like to have, that I think formed who I am. They are not all cheery, but I am proud of those memories. They make me tough woman (though I might not sound or appear so).
I can tease other, less loved memories out of the fog. This is my goal: write down the formative and the foggy ones.
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about being myself, a writer, a creative-artsy type, a mother, a runner, an ex-pat New Yorker, a bit mad but not scary, what else?
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