Just for fun: Here’s a Contributor’s Note I wrote in a memoir workshop recently. The assignment was to play with a creative version of what might appear in the back if we were ever to publish a book. Continue reading
I recently flew cross-country to attend my high school reunion. Now is there a cooler year to be the graduating class of or WHAT? Continue reading
That’s what my ex, who was a number of years younger than me, said when I jokingly asked him if I was a cougar. Continue reading
In Part 1 of the above, I continued the story of how I became interested in writing, from innocent rhymes to my mother to racy novellas to winning a high school award. Unfortunately, no one thought to refer me to a college with a decent writing program. I was like the Oliver Twist of writing … Continue reading
My enjoyment of writing began early, as I described in a previous post Pretty Girls, Phallic Symbols, and the Mysterious Human Brain. Starting with childish tributes to my mother’s beauty (almost as soon as I could write), I soon became more sophisticated. By age 11, I was regaling my friends with a novella written in daily installments. As we walked to school, they listened, wide-eyed, to a growing tale of deep mystery. It was set in London, with a lovely young heroine who had recently lost her mother. As she visited the cemetery one foggy, lonely night… Continue reading
