
E. Victoria Flynn
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Tag Archives: memoir
On Tap: Hitching a Ride
This is what’s playing now at V’s Place. A note: at the end of the month I won’t be posting on this page anymore. I would love to have you come with me over to the new site, so please … Continue reading
The Surreality of Home
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
Posted in memoir writing, penny jar, places, red house, Weird
Tagged home, Jolie Holland, memoir, Old Fashioned Morphine
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Critique the critique
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
Memoir Moon
Tonight I did my words. They were nothing. I poked the internet, did the dishes, emptied the trash. The kids and I have been in the house for days, bound by sickness and rain. It’s still November. I write. But … Continue reading
Posted in divorce, memoir writing, penny jar, truth, Uncategorized
Tagged December, ice skating, memoir, moon, November
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NaNoWhyMo?
I count my years in Novembers. I feel through days in numbers. Alphabets spiral as my children sing their ABC’s and I can’t for the life of me see clear of Thanksgiving. There is 1 hour and 12 minutes until … Continue reading
