Such are the questions plaguing Suzanne Farrell Smith in her haunting, deeply felt and gorgeously rendered new memoir The Memory Sessions. Smith’s father dies when she is just six years old, killed by a drunk driver on his way home from work. Outside of a few fleeting details—the doorbell chime, the police officer’s voice, a Knight Rider episode interrupted—her memory is wiped clean, not only of that pivotal night, but any childhood memories before or since, up to the age of about twelve or thirteen.
The Buddha Sat Right Here: A Family Odyssey through India and Nepal By Dena Moes 263 pp, ISN978-63152-561-2, She Writes Press , 2019 Some weeks ago, I participated in my family’s traditional Passover Seder. The ritual meal and accompanying service re-creates the story of the
The Shame of Losing by Sarah Cannon 264 pp, ISBN 978-1-59709-624-9, Red Hen Press, 2018 When my son was seventeen, he suffered a traumatic brain injury at the hands of a drunk driver in a crash that killed his girlfriend. A detective showed up at
Image from Penguin Random House God’s Hotel: A Doctor, a Hospital, and a Pilgrimage to the Heart of Medicine By Victoria Sweet 416 pp. Riverhead Books. When Victoria Sweet decides to become a physician (the first in her family) she thinks she is going
The River of Consciousness by Oliver Sacks 237 pp, ISNB 9780385352567, Alfred A. Knopf, 2017 Like many of my generation, I spent my childhood outdoors. I scooped up tadpoles from the pond next door, watching them sprout limbs and turn terrestrial. I trapped