Wednesday, Dec. 12, 2018

I am trying to remember a book I read several years ago that came into my mind last night as I was lying awake and not sleeping.  It was a memoir of a young woman who spent a year working as a translator for unaccompanied kids in their asylum hearings. I loved the book and bought several copies to give to friends.  But the name is gone.  As I get older, I am losing more and more nouns, names of places, people and things.   

I found it on google, my new brain crutch. 

TELL ME HOW IT ENDS
An Essay in Forty Questions
By Valeria Luiselli