The enduring search for Endurance
Mar 02, 2022
4 minutes
Carla Carlisle
I AM sitting at my desk in a Suffolk manor house that is a collage of dates: 1585, 1640, 1920. My study was once the housekeeper’s bedroom. Today, Wyken has no live-in housekeeper and the occupant who writes this was not to the manor born.
All the places we’ve ever lived have a way of imprinting our lives. I was born on the banks of the Yazoo—Choctaw for River of Death. It’s a good name for a muddy tributary of the Mississippi that is deadly when it floods, deathly when the flat land surrounding it reaches 100˚ at dawn. My legacy
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