Reread Toni Morrison’s “The Site of Memory” this morning and my GOD! It reminded me that memory isn’t neat or polite; it’s layered, emotional, unfinished. What stayed with me most is how she challenges us to stop playing it safe with our own stories. To stop flattening the past just to make it easier to tell, and to trust what we felt, not just what we can prove. It pushed me to be braver on the page. To tell the story the way it lived in my body, not the version that sounds the most acceptable. Memory is a place we keep returning to and the work is telling the truth from inside it.