A Memoir

This is day 23 of a 31 days series on finding Joy Simply. You can read all the posts, starting with Day 1, by clicking HERE.

I am stealing the below post from my Mom’s blog.
After almost four years, three computers, two espresso machines, three writing conferences from LA to NYC, 14 pitched agents and five long and difficult manuscript revisions I am done. It is a good feeling, an accomplishment I never thought I would reach. Thank you to Steve, an accomplished writer and editor who has graciously provided me feedback, confidence and support. A Pushcart 2013 award winner himself, I value his critique of my work.

But, I am wise enough to know-it’s just the beginning. My story tree is standing alone, buried in the middle of a huge forest. Now, I have to find a way to show its individuality, and in the eye of the beholder, its worth, as they pause to take a look.

As for me– I have read the books, attended the workshops, listened to lectures and studied the craft inside out. I could have chosen law school, maybe medical school. Okay, that’s stretching it, I know, I know.  But I am a writer at heart– poetry to my memoir– and stuff in between.  Next, maybe a children’s book for me.  Hint: my keywords are Sassy, poodles, mutts and parlor.  I have it outlined in my head already. For now, I will be busy clearing the path to help others see my tree, standing tall, nourished, and so wanting to be seen and admired.



Mom gave my sister and me our copies of the book this week.  She wanted us to the be the first to read it and ensure we were okay with the content. The book is beautifully written with humor, sadness and honesty all intertwined. I cry, then laugh, then cry when the memories that have been pushed in the way back crevices of my brain come alive on the pages. Just when I think I need to put it down to regain composure  I read something and laugh out loud. As Dolly Parton once said, “laughter after tears is my favorite emotion.”  I couldn’t agree more. 

I love the name- which she will unveil soon.  Wish I could post an excerpt from the book but like Christmas, we will have to wait. 

How cool is it to have, in essence, a story book of my life? Not many gals have that- stories in print of how my parents met, their perspective on parenting and lively descriptions of the places and people I have gorwn up with an adore. Such a unique, yet simple, joy.







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