Still Moving: a memoir

WHO DO WE BECOME when we’ve lost the things that defined us? When Linda Durham shuttered her internationally acclaimed art gallery after thirty-three years, she found herself navigating a sea of bewilderment. Risk-taking had long been the tour de force of her life. But had she failed, or had she succeeded? Change always comes at a price. Through delicious and dark, scintillating and salacious true tales of planned and accidental intersections with the exotic and quixotic, Durham pits her real self against her ideal self in a lifelong journey as serpentine as the Mobius strip her father made for her more than seven decades ago. On stage and off, Durham creates and is created by story. Raven spirit tattoos on both shoulders, wanderlust in her eyes, she danced in ceremony with tribal Kachin women, chanted Free Gaza from aboard the seized Audacity of Hope ship, was cured by a Voodoo priest in a Haitian cemetery, slogged through the tempestuous lands’ end at Tierra del Fuego, and breathlessly summitted Kilimanjaro. Everywhere this around-the-world traveler wandered, she chased the ghosts of her own ignorance and arrogance, culled clarity from confusion, and dug herself out from the crushing numbness of defeat. Durham unabashedly pulls back the curtain on loves lost and found and on a life lived richly and openly amid fair fields and foreign wars, in places sacred and profane. Her incurable optimism gives inspiration and voice to the struggles of women worldwide, empowers those of us who feel derailed by a world out of control, and frees us to open the door to love.