Every writer has to find perspective on—and an appropriate position in—the narrative they want to recount.
But a room with a bed at its center would attach certain words to what we had, words we weren’t ready to claim.
“White expats like to say there are three types of us in Africa: missionaries, mercenaries, and misfits. I was, obviously, the misfit.”
The insults piled on top of each other like a chain of cars crashing at high speed.
The word “narcissist” gets bandied about to explain personality traits from the benign to the sociopathic.
Many birders keep track of the birds we’ve seen on a “Life List,” with species, date and location.
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Each excavation into a lost object revealed a hidden truth—a genuine regret. But it also threw into relief how lucky I have been, to have accumulated these regrets, and survived them.
I see that my own fears, like a misdirecting valve in the heart, can interfere with tenderness.
I wasn’t a cheater. A cheater was something more solid. I accepted the preferred reality as truth. Then, I forgot about it. I mean, genuinely forgot.