Recently I read Lit, Mary Karr’s memoir about her relationship with her husband, her addiction and her God. Every page was a poem—no wonder the book appeared on dozens of “best of” lists. But what struck me most was her experience …
Recently I read Lit, Mary Karr’s memoir about her relationship with her husband, her addiction and her God. Every page was a poem—no wonder the book appeared on dozens of “best of” lists. But what struck me most was her experience …