• Memoir,  Memories,  Storytelling

    A Timeline Story: Behind-the-Scenes in Writing My Memoir

    Beginning next week, I start a series of posts about my timeline story, or better yet the timeline of my writing life. My purpose is to share with you where my love of words and writing is rooted and how that love prompted me to write my memoir. I must give credit to Joel Friedlander for this idea. Joel’s own timeline series fascinated me, in part because of his background in typesetting, lithography, publishing, and related fields. You can find Joel’s series here. The number of posts I will share is still unknown as I’ve not yet finished my timeline story. Yet I promise not to drag it out or carry on…

  • A Day in the Life,  Memories,  Storytelling

    A Day in the Life | School’s Out! (Episode #4)

    All over the city, in the suburbs, out in the rural areas the shout is the same, “School’s out!” Mothers fortunate enough to stay at home cringe at the change in their daily schedules. Working moms and dads struggle to find a responsible soul to watch over their kids too young to stay alone. Parents of preteens and teens have a separate set of worries–peer pressure, broken rules, or the cost of camp. Did our parents experience these frustrations the day school let out for the summer? Did we as parents?

  • Creative Nonfiction,  Family History,  Memories,  Writing

    Seeing Memories Through a New Lense

    A couple of weeks ago I was contacted in response to a nonfiction essay I submitted last year. The essay’s status fell to the bottom of my pile when 12 months passed since submission. Yet, an email popped in explaining the delay and telling me the essay on how my parents met would be published in an anthology in 2016. Still some minor adjustments were needed. These “fixes” sent me digging through boxes of memories. You do keep your memories in boxes, don’t you? I quickly found what I was looking for, but the minutes and hours slipped by as I got caught up in examining other items in the…

  • Family History,  Memories,  Storytelling,  Writing

    Second Cousins Mean More Than You Know

    Where did I come from? Which relatives do I look like? I was 12 when I first met any of my dad’s family. Raised in an orphanage, Daddy was separated from his sister and brother around 16. But he had persevered in his search for them, and in 1958 he found them living in Florida. Daddy’s sister, Lucinda (aka Lucy), her husband, and their daughter lived in Tampa, FL, and his brother, Fred and his wife and daughter, lived in Orlando. We traveled to meet them all. Our first stop was in Tampa at Aunt Lucy’s. In the back of my mind, I assumed Aunt Lucy would look like most…