My Life, Part 1

I was never much of a child. I wasn’t a bad kid; quite the contrary. Adults always seemed to love me. They thought me well-mannered, soft-spoken, articulate, intelligent. You see, I was one of them. It was the other kids who did not like me. My mother always used to joke that I was born…

Introductions

I would like to introduce you to my mother and grandmother. The photograph is circa 1937, restored by me. My grandmother would have been 26 here. She died in 2005, at the age of 95. My mom is still here, still feisty, and still cute. 🙂 One day, I hope to be able to walk…

What I Have Learned from Other Writers

Writing Is Insane, if Not Impossible. “Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.”  ~E.L. Doctorow “The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.”  ~Anaïs Nin The Words Are Lyrical in Our Heads; They Sing to Us. On Paper, They Oft Sing…

Seeing Myself through Others’ Eyes

I am always fascinated when others share their views of who I am. That is mainly true because few who venture to do so see me for who I am. They tell me I am apples, and in fact I am oranges. My closest friends understand me well. However, I sometimes think that’s only because…