Category: Writing Memoir

  • May 2012 be the year you FINALLY learn to WRITE as Yourself.

    When I was nine, I was given a Hallmark Diary. Pink Plaid. Locked with a small brass key. I was sure it was secure BUT then no one was actually interested in my nine year old ramblings (right?) Fast forward to 14. I am a freshman in Honors English: My new teacher, a new teacher…

  • Memories of a Memorable Thanksgiving Day

    It was 1991.I was living in San Francisco in the Richmond District to be exact. So close to the Palace of Legion of Honor Museum, the Rodin sculpture garden was my neighbor. I shared a flat with two women; one I barely communicated with and one who became a dear friend. Marilyn, she who only…