Category Archives: memoir writing

Dead. Line.

Posted on August 16, 2011 by

I’m working on a project. That is to say, I would be working on a project if I would just sit down and start writing it instead of fiddling out all the details during the regular parts of life-life, know … Continue reading →

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The Surreality of Home

Posted on August 3, 2011 by

  I went home today. I don’t know what I can tell you about the surreality of it. Some things were so familiar. Some were much smaller. Some were a sucker punch. Some I’d like to bottle. Some were gone. … Continue reading →

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Of bridges and magical things

Posted on July 12, 2011 by

And there’s more. I walked along the bike path that skirts the empty field next to our old house. The path wasn’t there back then, the trees and brush had only rudimentary foot paths worn down by kids and teenagers … Continue reading →

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Writing to strangers

Posted on July 11, 2011 by

It hasn’t been a month since I sent this letter, but I’m feeling apprehensive. I’m feeling frantic. Because of my personal connection with the house, because one of my sisters met a (former?) resident a few years ago who offered … Continue reading →

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Pastiche

Posted on June 19, 2011 by

In November, I began experimenting with scent memory and the effects of different musical styles to get me in the mood. Then there was a great and heavy sigh from my inner critic when I finally told her off, that … Continue reading →

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What are you spending all that time dreaming for, Dorothy?

Posted on May 24, 2011 by

This is writing. This is what matters. In the northern California Redwoods nearly 7 years ago, we rented an unremarkable cabin. There was a small bathroom with a shower, a main room with a T.V. and bed, a kitchen in … Continue reading →

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Chewing the Creative Cud

Posted on May 9, 2011 by

We found our house in midwinter, a sugar topped cookie on a plate of white butter cream, number 19 on our list of showings. When we closed in late April, the daffodils were up in cliquish seclusion, the old man … Continue reading →

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Critique the critique

Posted on January 31, 2011 by

The great wack-a-doo in the memoir world over the weekend had to do with this article in the New York Times Book Review section. Neil Genzlinger is over his head in memoirs, believes we’re all over our heads in memoirs … Continue reading →

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Throw me Thursday: Not to be seen

Posted on January 21, 2011 by

Twitter tenderfoot and local poetess @PrettyInkstain threw in, “@EVictoriaF #throwme ‘trying not to be seen.’” which works well with my favorite alien abductee and former nice lady @crredwards, “@PennyJars Prompts: Interruption. Apathy. Schadenfreude.” Of course he was trying not to … Continue reading →

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Throw me Thursday: Move

Posted on December 31, 2010 by

This belated Throw me Thursday post is written on behalf of my good friend Rebe who spent yesterday moving from one place in Denver to another. Cheers, Rebe! We had to get rid of the cat and the dog too … Continue reading →

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