WHAT CONSULTING A PSYCHIC DID FOR MY MEMOIR—AND FOR ME, a Craft Essay by Ona Gritz
Ona Gritz WHAT CONSULTING A PSYCHIC DID FOR MY MEMOIR—AND FOR ME About a decade ago, compelled to write a memoir about the sister I lost to violence thirty years earlier, I began the painful process of investigating my own family. I acquired my sister’s school records, her birth and death certificates, read articles about teenage runaways written in the late 1960’s and early 70’s, the era she chose to sleep on the streets rather than in our bedroom, with its flower power stickers on the walls. I also stared at photographs that, until this point, I had kept buried in a closet—partly due to grief, mostly due to shame. I was the baby of our family. Six years after my parents adopted Angie, I arrived, the late-in-life miracle they marveled at and fussed over. The one who, they must have quickly decided, could do no wrong. Meanwhile, Angie was … chop! chop! read more!