I was a gardener long before I became a writer, and it's still one of my passions. It's why you haven't heard much from me lately--when the nice weather beckons me to the garden, I go. Last year, I wrote about the deer that wreaked havoc on all my hard work (in the garden, not… Continue reading Gardener, writer, writer, gardener, not always in the same order.
It’s appropriate that it’s the end of Brain Tumor Awareness Month, as I came to the end of my current memoir manuscript revisions yesterday, and sent them off to my freelance editor. It’s a good time to take a break from that project and round out my life with some gardening, building my social media… Continue reading I believed he could fly.
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 finally sat down today with my freelance editor's notes on section 1 of my memoir manuscript. Section 1 describes the years leading up to my son's diagnosis with a brain tumor. My editor told me it would need a lot of work, and it does. So often in her notes, my editor questions why… Continue reading I don’t know me.
Now that my memoir is becoming more of a reality, with sections of my manuscript getting closer and closer to completion, it’s provided opportunities for our family to talk about what happened two decades ago in ways that we couldn’t back then, as we stumbled through it. Matt was eleven when he was diagnosed with… Continue reading Sharing our stories.
When I walked into my public library last week to return some books, I noticed a flyer for an upcoming book release party. The author was a local memoirist; it looked like she may have written about her journey with dyslexia; that was my guess anyway. “Perfect!” I thought, making a mental note to attend.… Continue reading My book release party. Someday.
Self-promotion is one of the necessary evils of the online writing world. I hate it but I do it. That's why my title is intentionally less than enthusiastic. I'd rather reserve this space for some of my insights and stories on personal growth, self-acceptance and life lessons, including updates on my memoir (which is full… Continue reading Here I go again. Another gift card give-away. Yay.