In preparing for my March small-group workshop, I was doing some reading last night in Abigail Thomas' Thinking About Memoir. On one dog-eared, pencil-noted, starred page I found this:
"The thing is, I'm old enough now to know that the past is every bit as unpredictable as the future, and that memory, mine anyway, is not a faithful record of anything, and truth is not an absolute."
There's something so reassuring about that. Also, it made me realize that I've been inwardly debating memory for some time. I marked up that book years ago.