Of course it was Mamma who both stopped my career and crystallized my determination to resume it.

What I am is a heretic who’s recanted, and thereby in everyone’s eyes saved his soul. Everyone’s eyes but one, who knows deep down inside that all he has saved is his skin.

One thing I love my enemy for is that they always remind me of who I'm

Mother’s particular devils had remained mysterious to me for decades. So had her past. Few born liars ever intentionally embark in truth’s direction, even those who believe that such a journey might axiomatically set them free.

Written By Mary Karr

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