Stories, Memories and Families

‘Tis the season to gather the family together, sit around the table and misremember the family history. For decades now, my brother and I have been sparring over the true version of events from our lives. You would think that one of us was delusional, or perhaps...

Applesauce

I’ve hated applesauce since I was about five years old. Detested it. Wouldn’t touch the stuff. Why? I had acute tonsillitis as a child and missed a fair amount of school because of it. I have a memory of a beautiful plaid taffeta dress with a big collar...

What’s Your Story?

After about a year of collecting other people’s stories, it was time to look at my own story. It’s often been difficult for me to talk about my early life in a positive way because there were some not-so-positive things going on. I searched for an analogy...

An English Teacher

I grew up wanting to be an English teacher. OK – maybe it’s a bit strange, but there it is. When I was in seventh grade I had an incredible teacher. I have a hard time remembering her name; Mrs. Brown comes to mind, but I’m not sure. I can still see...

The People Who Shape Us

As I read about who influenced the women I’m writing about I’m also thinking about who influenced me. Today, I’m thinking about my mother and wondering what would have happened if she had continued to write. My mother wrote for her high school...

The Stories Are Living Things

As I continue to edit the book, the stories seem to take on a life of their own. Some have somehow squeezed into several chapters: others are too short and need more more more. I’ve been dividing the stories that want to be in so many places to keep parts in...

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