It's deep winter here in northern New England, and I'm thinking about summer--quelle surprise! As the furnace tries to warm my cold toes in their sheepskin slippers, I'm remembering a beautiful lake that stretched to the horizon, blue sky and warmth, and sitting in an Adirondack chair on farmhouse porch. This wasn't just any farmhouse porch; it was on Madeline Island in Lake Superior, far from my normal life. I had my laptop on my knees and I
I received an eloquent email from a reader in New York, who had some thoughts on my recent post on memory and truth. I am sharing it in its entirety below, hopefully to stimulate some discussion among readers and at least get you thinking (and possibly researching on your own) the ever-changing and fascinating field of brain science and how it applies to us who are writing books.
I get this question so often in my classes: How can I accurately write memories
