I don’t have the best memory. What do they say about an elephants memory?  It’s something like an elephant remembers everything from the day they were born.  I think my sister is like that.  My brother and I marvel about the stories that she tells about our childhood.  We were there but neither of us remember as many details as she does.  The memories I do remember really well involve books. Continue reading “This Chick Read: Books as memories” →