Four things that grief taught me about life

When we lost our mom, I felt like a tub of ice cream. I know it's a lame metaphor. But I exactly felt this way: the universe scooped a part of me and left there a gaping hole. That scoop can never be replaced, and thus that hole will forever be there. The days after... Continue Reading →

Five lessons you can get from reading memoirs

You are probably aware of memoir's dark reputation in literature. For a long time--stretching to today--the mind of some readers and non-readers has been tainted by stereotypical beliefs such as: "Memoirs are written by narcissists.""Memoirs tell really sad, ugly, traumatizing stories.""There are obscene and illegal truths exposed in memoirs."Although the ditto beliefs may be true... Continue Reading →

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