“I feel my own place in the world dissolving in the tide of Dad’s forgetting.” – Tanya Ward Goodman, Leaving Tinkertown
Her father was a an artist, a collector, a carnival man who was “with it.” She was his “best kid.” When he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, she and all who loved him began to lose him memory by memory. Over and over I am struck by the grace of Tanya Ward Goodman’s prose and her honesty.
I love reading them, so now I’m joining the #SundaySentence party started by David Abrams over at the Quivering Pen and on Twitter. It’s not a review. It’s not a story. It’s just one sentence I read this week, presented “out of context and without commentary.