I start to write, saying things I could never say out loud. My first readers are my parents and my friends. I feel the way they disassemble me as they read. What is the rat a metaphor for? Is this how you really felt? I learn to control what they see. I write scenes and delete them. I replace one word with another, change names and roles. I never lie exactly—that would be too easy—but I control the truth that the readers see. Memoir never shows an entire life, just part of it, and I find comfort in that as I sort through my memories, finding the right angle.