Category Archives: Memoir

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

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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

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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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A Heart That Is His

Over the weekend, my husband read what I had written of my memoir thus far. From the time he asked if he could read it to the time he was done and I heard him step away from his computer, … Continue reading

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