What Was I (Not) Thinking?
Oct...think of all the words that can form from that three-letter prefix: octagon, octopus, October, octogenarian. Author Abigail Thomas turned 80 while writing her memoir , jotting down bits of memory before such thoughts slipped away: My memory is full of holes. Maybe I wasn't paying the right kind of attention to my life. Was I in so great a rush to get to the next thing that I forgot to notice the present? Or maybe the weight of too many memories piled on top of others crushed some, deformed others...I discover that memory, mine anyway, seems to be an independent creature, inspired by circumstances rather than faithful to it. I could dig my mistakes up by the roots, plant the more literal truth in my damp mind, but inevitably the memory, or the way my brain preserved it, grows back the way it was recorded... What happened last week? I come up with nothing. But nothing happened, which is a point in my favor. Does lo...