This Sunday, March 17, marks 8 years since my divorce. Lots has changed since then, much of which is covered in my upcoming memoir Too Much of Not Enough. But the feelings from that day, in the courtroom, are easily remembered. Because I’m a coach by profession I...
The first draft of my memoir is complete! Thanks to my accountability partner, my visions group and a third support team (it does take a village), I sent off 275 pages to a local print house so that I can distribute hard copies to a handful of first readers. I'm...
I received the storyboard drawings of scenes from my memoir created by Fabricio on Monday. I feel propelled even further along my writing journey as a result of taking that step--hiring someone to listen to my story and paying him to render it for me visually. I...
I'm enrolled in a new Memoir class this spring. Today's assignment is to write about one of the deadly sins (I've selected three, overachiever that I am) and use it as a theme in a writing piece. I wanted to share it with you since it's been a while since I've...
Approaching the West Side Highway exit for 42nd Street, I felt the energy of New York City, its pulsing beat merging with the honking horns and cacophony of people thronging the sidewalks. I was thrilled to be bringing my daughter into the city for her first...
We didn't know that these would be the last words that my 88 year old mother would utter, but it turned out that they were. "Shut up!" she barked at me and my sisters who had congregated in the emergency room of White Plains Hospital. There were seven of us in that...
At a friend's 40th birthday party the guest of honor ceremonially opened her gifts, one by one, and acknowledged the person who gave it to her. As she got closer to the gold-wrapped box I'd brought, my heart started to beat more rapidly. Id' been having an...
Apologies for the lack of paragraphs. I'd prefer to get these up and out by cutting and pasting rather than re-keystroking. I’m not sure there’s ever been a gender attached to this entity, but let’s assume my first love was male. And his name was Sugar.Of course, I...
A work in progress... I hung our graduate school degrees from Columbia over our marital bed. My husband's on the left where he slept, and mine on the right. Mine was actually delayed in its receipt as I took an incomplete in the pottery course I should have...
Remember that sister I mentioned who cheated me out of my Ginny doll clothes? All I wanted was her attention. She was beautiful, creative, smart and bigger than I was. I wanted to sleep in the bed with her, cuddle, have her love me and pay attention to me. But, no....
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