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Category Archives: Memoir
A Gentle Quiet
I have been quiet lately. This is not due to depression, thank goodness. It is simply due to the fact that life has taken me up in a whirlwind and has only just put me down again. For the … Continue reading
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Holding My Breath
I am almost finished One Step at a Time. The memoir has taken its own shape, its own form. My words have given it a body, a face, a pair of hands with which to reach out and … Continue reading
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A Milestone
Well I reached a milestone last night. I’m now three quarters through my memoir One Step at a Time. I’ve got a good chunk left but I was able to get twenty five pages written this weekend which is way … Continue reading
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Birthday Reminders
I was born on August 22nd, 1978. Every year around my birthday I am reminded that I was supposed to have died My mother, young and frightened, felt her contractions starting late one evening and was rushed to the … Continue reading
Pride on the Wind
I have not blogged lately. This is mostly because I have been on vacation and have been hard at work on the memoir. My legs, however, have not been on vacation, regardless of what the rest of me is doing. … Continue reading
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Blue Blood Words
I have been quiet lately. This has been mostly due to the fact that I am fighting off a small bout of depression. It’s as if there is a blueness around me that I can breathe in. It wants to … Continue reading
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A Broken Connection
I like to think that my legs are talking. While writing the other day, I remembered the old story my mother told me: That my brain was like a hub where all the telephone operators were. All the veins and … Continue reading
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A Title and a Sigh of Relief
I did not sleep at all last night. I sent Scott what I had written of my memoir and the moment I hit send, my belly was a mess of nerves, a hot bowl of anxiety soup. The internal voices … Continue reading
Oh. Crap.
My publisher, the lovely Scott Pack from The Friday Project, asked to see what I had written of my memoir. Oh. Crap. What if he doesn’t like it? This is my ultimate fear, I think.
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The Counting Stone
The Elephant Man has returned. I got a ride home from work last night. From Elgin Street, I walked to Confederation Park. I knew the spasms were coming; I felt them riding in my friends car, a subtle throb that … Continue reading
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Two Steps at a Time 