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	<title>Comments on: Lost &amp; Found: Katie Arnold-Ratliff</title>
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		<title>By: Kara Krauze</title>
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		<description>What a lovely essay.  I too remember Gloria Vanderbilt&#039;s memoir, most vividly its potent grief, an atmosphere (one which is often avoided), and that very scene with her son Carter on the balcony.  Strangely, I am not at all sure when I read it.  Strange, for me, because I feel that I was an adolescent, as Katie Arnold-Ratliff here describes herself, but now I&#039;ve checked and this is not possible. The memoir was published in 1997, and so I read it after my father&#039;s suicide, which occurred three years prior, which makes far more sense.  By a series of coincidences, I&#039;ve read this thoughtful essay today, the eve of my father&#039;s death years earlier.
Thank you for this reminder of a wonderful book, the introduction to Alison Rose&#039;s work - and &quot;Bright Before Us,&quot; which I have recently read, a compelling, intense, and beautifully written novel.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a lovely essay.  I too remember Gloria Vanderbilt&#8217;s memoir, most vividly its potent grief, an atmosphere (one which is often avoided), and that very scene with her son Carter on the balcony.  Strangely, I am not at all sure when I read it.  Strange, for me, because I feel that I was an adolescent, as Katie Arnold-Ratliff here describes herself, but now I&#8217;ve checked and this is not possible. The memoir was published in 1997, and so I read it after my father&#8217;s suicide, which occurred three years prior, which makes far more sense.  By a series of coincidences, I&#8217;ve read this thoughtful essay today, the eve of my father&#8217;s death years earlier.<br />
Thank you for this reminder of a wonderful book, the introduction to Alison Rose&#8217;s work &#8211; and &#8220;Bright Before Us,&#8221; which I have recently read, a compelling, intense, and beautifully written novel.</p>
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