Linda Hogan\u27s memoir is centered in stories, beginning with the story of the book\u27s title. In a museum shop Hogan bought a clay woman, her stomach attached to an orange globe earth, that she had mailed to her home. The figurine arrived with broken legs and, Hogan reports, she began to fall apart in other ways. Like the clay woman, Hogan has fallen apart in many ways, yet she is also watching over her own world and, by association, the wider world of those who share her heritage, her experiences, or her geography. Hogan comments, I sat down to write about pain and ended up writing about love, but until the story is complete the love is hard to discover. Hogan examines the events of her unremembered, broken life, probing the way...