I was so engrossed in revising a draft of my memoir manuscript, I forgot to write an entry earlier today. So here are some random excerpts from my manuscript, and your opportunity to give me feedback. "I wonder who I would be, had my child been perfect like I expected." (This is currently the opening… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 9.
It’s amazing, when you get a diagnosis for which you were unprepared, how quickly your lexicon expands. Pilocytic astrocytoma and hydrocephalus and third ventriculotomy were three of the mouthfuls added to our vocabulary when our son Matt was diagnosed with a brain tumor. In the following years, neuropsychological testing and 504 Plan and TBI joined… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 8.
Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 5. You know that book for job hunters, What Color is Your Parachute? It’s a classic, by Richard N. Bolles. Award winning. In print since 1970. Ten million copies sold in 28 countries. Translated into 20 languages. Blah, blah. I read it way back, after college. Really it was more… Continue reading When grey matter is the color of your parachute.
It's a rainy spring day here, which reminds me of my true earthworm story that I shared last year. You can read it below. I'm amazed to see that I left out a critical part of the story, about why I left my job, a decision prompted by earthworms. (Yeah, just read the story.) It's… Continue reading Earthworms have it so great.
Today, I'm expanding my writing world by attending a session of the New York State Writers Institute to hear Cokie Roberts, illustrious journalist and broadcaster, speak on Writing about Women's History. The only women's history I plan to write about is my own, but I'm happy for the opportunity to connect with other writers. If… Continue reading When in need, a friend beats technology.
I know—that’s a mouthful—maybe not the best introduction to this quick post (yes, another one) about living a simple life, but it’s so meaningful, I had to tell you. A few days ago, I had a final draft ready of this essay: My aha! moment. The gift of a simple life. I scheduled it to… Continue reading Serendipitous simplicity
I read a lot of memoirs, not just to study my craft, but because I’m fascinated by the human experience. I love being invited into people’s lives, especially to witness how they respond to and grow from adversity. When I read or hear another person's story, I almost always learn something about myself. That’s what… Continue reading My aha! moment. The gift of a simple life.
Happy Spring! I don't know about you, but at my house, it looks nothing like spring. We still have a good foot of snow on the lawn, with a pile of plowed snow at the end of the driveway at least four feet tall. We also have that glorious late afternoon sun that shines until past… Continue reading Spring cocooning.
I don’t even know where to start when I’ve not written in so long. My husband Michael and I were in California visiting my parents. While we were there, I coordinated an 85th birthday celebration for my mom. It was a production—a live digital video virtual party (is that even the right way to say… Continue reading Blessings on my memoir.
In September 2016, when I realized my short-term disability leave was going to be long-term, I knew it was a gift from the universe and I couldn’t blow it again. The gift was time—time to finish the memoir I began over 15 years ago. When I started writing, I told the story of my son’s… Continue reading Personal growth in a story I didn’t want to tell.