“Our stories utter one another. … If I do my job, the books I write vanish before your eyes. I invite you into the house of my past, and the threshold you cross leads you into your own.”
— Nancy Mairs, in Voice Lessons
“Our stories utter one another. … If I do my job, the books I write vanish before your eyes. I invite you into the house of my past, and the threshold you cross leads you into your own.”
— Nancy Mairs, in Voice Lessons