Just around the corner from the pencil marks were a flight of stairs that led to the second floor—in my [...]

Every six months, in another epoch, my parents would pin me gently to the scribbled wall and mark how much [...]

This much I know for sure, no tricks or embroidering: I arrived in Washington, D.C. from France toward the end [...]

To read memoirs with any pleasure requires a leap of faith facilitated by considerable intellectual mischief. Memoirs cannot be trusted [...]