| Résumé : |
For most of my life, I've been focused on what's ahead. Even now, most days I'm working on hoped-for breakthroughs that may not happen for years, if they happen at all. As I grow older, though, I find myself looking back more and more. Piecing together memories helps me better understand myself, it turns out. It's a marvel of adulthood to realize that when you strip away all the years and all the learning, much of who you are was there from the start. In many ways I'm still that eight-year-old sitting at Gami's dining room table as she deals the cards. I feel the same sense of anticipation, a kid alert and wanting to make sense of it all. |