Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.

— Winston Churchill

I Was Waiting for My Mother

I’m a little nervous about our upcoming trip to Vermont. Well, perhaps nervous isn’t the right descriptor. I’m feeling so many different things it’s difficult to articulate. Sure, there’s always a last minute rush of activity and minor stress as we arrange for someone to watch the house, pack our bags, and make sure I [...]

Starve the Bitch

Fear is a bitch that sits on my shoulder and whispers, non stop. I’ll bat at her every now and then, swipe her from her perch, but she’s persistent, egotistical. She has long fingers, claws really, and she effortlessly rakes herself over my back and climbs once again to sit just above my heart.
We’ve been [...]

Finding the Beginning

I’ve taught memoir writing classes for adults and I remember clearly the most significant stumbling block for students was simply finding a starting point. Here I am about to take on the most significant memoir writing project I’ve ever tackled and I’m trying to remember the advice I used to give while standing in front [...]

Setting Her Free

We’ve just finished hosting my grandparents, my sister and her beautiful six-month-old daughter. They traveled to be with us for the Thanksgiving holiday and there was a little bit of magic in our home to have three generations under the same roof cooking, eating and mothering together.
We’re all so different with dissimilar lives, spouses, homes [...]