We All Start Somewhere

One day, when I was five years old, my grandparent picked me up for a visit, and just...  kept driving. I didn't come back for another 14 years. Here’s the deal. What I know of my life between born and five is hearsay from several sources, pieced together, and heavily influenced by bias and personal [...]

Thoughts on a Memoir

How does someone write the story of their lives? Some seem to do it easily with very little help, while others are rendered silent with no way to form the words needed to convey their experience to others. And then there's me. Firmly stuck in between. I have the words, and moments I have written [...]