owing that the truth will heal her, and that the control is necessary. Even though she is aware that there is, “some love that [makes] the world less safe,” she may choose not to give or receive that love (192). And while she dismembers the pictures of her father at the end of her memoir, she knows they represent something different for her and Sam. But, in the end, they are sacrificed as reminders of the journey she endured on her discovery of “home:” a place she chose for herself (269). Harrison allows her readers—through Isabel’s character—to realize that womanhood cannot be forced by external and physical actions, but must be found by the woman, herself, emotionally. ...
