I swear, dear readers, that I did not read all of these books about love on purpose. My guess is the love books come out around February, when everyone is feeling in that candy-heart kind of mood. While I would argue that love can be a many-splendored thing all year long, you won’t find me […]
Some stories of survival leave powerful imprints on human consciousness: a wrist stuck under a boulder; a teenager stranded with only a hatchet; cloned dinosaurs on a rampage.* Such images leave us white knuckled with tense jaws and a ferocious desire to know what will happen next. Still, survival may mean something as simple as putting one foot in front of the other each morning, joining a choir, moving into a van, getting sober, or leaving the country. This month’s memoirs column features acts of survival that may seem small but are in fact indispensable steps taken in the direction of a more fulfilling life.