||The author of this memoir was inextricably close to her mother when she was a girl, but when she survived a car accident that killed her mother, she suppressed the grief and guilt she felt for decades. Only when the author's own life started fray did she begin writing this memoir, which seeks to recapture her mother's life by examining her journals, her relationship to the author's father, and her love for her children.
||It is raining and the sky is dark gray. Seen from above, the road is shiny as a canal; the car seems to be skating straight down it. A gas station with a turquoise canopy comes into view on the opposite side of the road. The car slows, crosses the highway, and pulls in by the gas pumps. The right passenger door opens. A young woman gets out and lifts her face to the rain as the attendant puts the gas nozzle into the car's tank. The woman jumps up and down in place. The attendant removes the nozzle and replaces it in the gas pump. The young woman circles around the car's front and gets in on the driver's side. The car heads off again, picking up speed down the slick highway.
||LONE BLUE CAR WITH SUITCASES STRAPPED ON top is heading south on Highway 61, the two-lane highway that cuts north and south through the low, flat fields of southern Missouri.