Our Stories Are Light And We Need to Tell Them

It doesn't matter as much what Maria's family thinks, but the fact that despite what her uncle did to her when she was twelve, she found the guts to tell her story. It wasn't easy. She told me how her father accused her of being a liar and her mother called her trouble-maker. Her abuser... Continue Reading →

Why I Had to Write My Memoir — Even if it Makes Some People Mad

A memoir is conceived when the truth can no longer be ignored. The erasure of truth started decades ago in my childhood — one little lie at a time. I’ve always been aware of these lies, but the price of admittance to the family circle was to keep my mouth shut and not rock the... Continue Reading →

Candy Communion

Hi Friends,   Here is an excerpt from my newly released Memoir Chasing Eden: Momma hated going to the laundromat, but I loved it. Dirty clothes gave us an excuse to get out of the motel room and talk by ourselves for a couple of hours with no Daddy to interrupt, no younger kids to... Continue Reading →

How My Childhood Fear of Fire Empowered Me to Write My Memoir

One of the first stories my mom ever told me was of her waking up to discover that our clothes hanging over the woodstove had caught fire, blocking our exit from the Alaska cabin we lived in when I was two. If she hadn’t awakened, I wouldn’t be writing this right now. Thus began my... Continue Reading →

What if Your Family Doesn’t Want You to Tell Your Story?

You survived a hard childhood or a crazy marriage or got kidnapped by Oompa Loompas, and now you want to write a memoir about it. Some of your biggest obstacles are family members. Aunt Tilly accuses you of not honoring your parents and your kid sister is calling you a liar. What to do? Let’s... Continue Reading →

Cookie Angel

When my teacher asked what I could bring for the Christmas party, I remembered Momma and Daddy arguing over grocery money, so I whispered that we didn't have much money for food. He patted my shoulder, winked at me and said, “Then you just bring ketchup.” He probably assumed we had ketchup in our refrigerator... Continue Reading →

The Worst Thanksgiving Ever

If anyone ever tries to tell you Thanksgiving is all about the food, don't you dare believe them. It's been twenty years this month, but I’ll never forget my worst Thanksgiving dinner ever and the lessons learned. After living in another state for several years, my husband and I had moved back to the Northwest and... Continue Reading →

Journey From the Cave

Once upon a time, a girl grew up in the darkness. She had no clue how other people lived until one day she discovered the light. As she followed the light, she found herself outside of the cave where she had been raised. For the first time in her life, she caught a glimpse of what... Continue Reading →

If My Wounds Were Visible

For narcissistic abuse awareness, survivors have been asked to use the words, “If my wounds were visible…” to tell how our lives might have been different. Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash When I was seven years old and all the letters had finally come together, I was reading my paper in church when my father... Continue Reading →

Book Review– Educated: A Memoir by Tara Westover

She had a sociopathic brother, a flying monkey sister, a bipolar or borderline father, and a subversive narcissistic mother. What's a girl to do? Rise up, get educated and get the hell out of town. Educated: A Memoir Author: Tara Westover Publisher: Random House Publication Date: February 20, 2018 Length: 337 pages I highly recommend... Continue Reading →

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