Legacy

On rewriting our legacies

On rewriting our legacies

A dream last month reminded me that the idea of legacy is at the heart of the story I started writing seven years ago — of my parents’ story and mine, and now that I have my daughter, of mine and hers. Until I find the truth that writing this story will allow me to tell, part of me fears that my legacy to her will be just as burdensome as the one I was given: the example of a marriage that begs so many questions without answers to any of the what-ifs and whys.