Thanks to Brevity for reviewing Fat Girl, Skinny! So exciting!
By Debbie Hagan
I’m working on a memoir about mental illness, and, at times, the process feels like a long, combative, and slightly schizophrenic therapy session. One part of me lies on the couch, reluctant to divulge details. The other part of me sits in the chair, pen poised, grilling my prone self: What did you mean by that? Are you telling the truth? Why are you so defensive? What’s wrong with you?
The analyst part of me can be rather brutal. That’s why me, quivering on the couch, eventually pops up, storms to the door, and cries, You’re just trying to embarrass me. While me in the chair shouts, Wait! We were just getting to the good stuff.
After a few hours of this, I sit back and wonder, have I at last fallen into the black abyss?
Reading Amy Archer’s sassy memoir Fat Girl, Skinny (Big Table…
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