Excerpts.

I have come to relish telling people that I have been working on an unpublished memoir for years. I emphasize the word unpublished when I say it. I call this announcement “shame-forward.”

There is something so failure, so humanizing, so downright embarrassing about having an unpublished memoir. It brings me closer to a very specific part of the humanity. And I am very happy here.

Then there is the added complication of writing one memoir with two authors. Two sisters attempting to write about one childhood when in fact that is impossible.

Here is some of what we haven’t published and is an impossible recollection. For your enjoyment.