I’ve come to think of memoirists as the cheeky birds of writers, “cheek” being a British word for bold. The brash creatures to whom my dad bestowed this name distinguished themselves by swooping onto our hotel patio to perch on our plates, balance on our pencils, and eat from our hands. This is what you are now allowed to do–to glide into the banquet that is your tale and take what you need from the feast.

-Marion Roach Smith, The Memoir Project 

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