This evening (at 11:35 p.m.), I finished reading Ami McKay’s book, Daughter of Family G: A Memoir of Cancer Genes, Love and Fate. It was quite an absorbing and engaging read.
“You must know that there is nothing higher, or stronger, or sounder, or more useful afterwards in life, than some good memory, especially a memory from childhood, from the parental home. You hear a lot said about your education, yet some such beautiful, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If aContinue reading ““If only one good memory remains…””