You Already Know

I Wasn’t Asking for Permission

You can narrate your own re-birthing rituals, your own new stories.

Ivy never talked about her past, even when I asked about her young marriage, to a man who would have been my grandfather, had he lived long enough to see my dad grow up. You already know the ending, child, what else is there to know?

There’s a genre of memoir we’ve come to recogni…