“I remember the only time I ever saw my mother cry. I was eating apricot pie,” wrote Joe Brainard in his classic book “I Remember.” For Marcel Proust it was the madeleine cookie, for Tony Soprano a slice of cappicola, and for the old wet nurse Euryclea a scar on Odysseus thigh. Sweet, tender, painful, provocative, funny, frightening, heartbreaking – who knows where memory ends and storytelling begins, or, for that matter, where storytelling ends and memory begins. Memories bring us together and tear us apart – and what about everything we forget? In this workshop we will discuss the role of memory in literature and in our own writing.