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Trove: A Woman's Search for Truth and Buried Treasure
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About Trove: A Woman's Search For Truth And Buried Treasure
Product Description Trove is the story of a woman whose life is upended when she begins an armchair treasure hunt―a search for $10,000 worth of gold coins buried in New York City, of all places―with a man who, as she points out, is not her husband. In this eloquent, hilarious, sharply realized memoir, Sandra A. Miller grapples with the regret and confusion that so often accompanies middle age, and the shame of craving something more when she has so much already. In a very real way, Miller has spent her life hunting for buried treasure. As a child, she trained herself to find things: dropped hair clips, shiny bits of broken glass, discarded lighters. Looking to escape from her volatile parents and often-unhappy childhood, Miller found deeper meaning, and a good deal of hope, in each of these objects. Now an adult and facing the loss of her last living parent―her mother who is at once cold, difficult, and wildly funny―Miller finds herself, as she so often did as a little girl, pressed against a wall of her own longing. Her search for gold, which soon becomes an obsession, forces her to dredge up painful pieces of her past, confront the true source of her sorrow, and finally discover what it is she has been looking for all these years. Review Gold winner, 2019 Nautilus Book Awards Gold winner, 2019 National Indie Excellence Awards Bronze winner, 2020 Readers' Favorite Book Awards Finalist, 2019 Indies Book of the Year Award Finalist, 2020 Shelf Unbound, Best Indie Book Competition Finalist, 2019, Independent Author Network, Book of the Year Awards About the Author Sandra A. Miller's writing has appeared in over one-hundred publications, including National Public Radio, The Christian Science Monitor, Spirituality & Health, Yankee, FamilyFun, and The Boston Globe, for which she is a regular correspondent. One of her essays was turned into a short film called "Wait," directed by Trudie Styler and starring Kerry Washington. She teaches writing at the University of Massachusetts, Lowell and lives in Arlington, MA with her husband and two children. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. “We should probably search together,” my friend David suggested, “until we have a reason not to.” “Sounds good,” I said, as quick to agree with him as I had been to argue with my husband, Mark, who wanted me to skip this excursion. I’m often nicer to men I’m not married to, something Mark just loves about me. David and I began, wading side-by-side through an overgrown patch of spring weeds bordering the community garden in Brooklyn’s Floyd Bennett Field. Sporting raggedy jeans and long-sleeved T-shirts, we could have passed as gardeners, only we weren’t there to spread mulch or check on seedlings. We had no legitimate interest in the garden itself, but rather what we hoped lay beneath the cool May dirt: a pirate’s treasure chest. David had spent dozens of hours at home solving clues related to this armchair treasure hunt, a pastime in which a person or organization buries a prize then sets up a series of puzzles to reveal the exact location. This hunt, called We Lost Our Gold, had been put in place by two enterprising puppeteers as a promotional stunt for their work; anyone with some free time and a computer could have a go at decoding the layers of complex clues concealed in eight YouTube videos about pirates struggling to recollect the whereabouts of their missing treasure. Once someone had correctly solved all of the clues, they would know precisely where in New York City to dig up the chest, which is what we were doing. David had determined that the garden in this defunct airport-turned-park was the X that marked the spot. # “What’s actually in the treasure chest?” my husband of almost 15 years asked when I presented my plan to spend a day digging in Brooklyn with a guy who wasn’t him. Mark was sprawled on the couch reading Golf Magazine with one pair of glasses placed sex
