The leaves on the redbud outside my window slowly turn bright yellow before dropping to mulch the gardens below. Autumn holidays and winter calm lie ahead. Almost six months have passed since my last post.
The day after Christmas 2024, only a week after the publication of my last book, Pandemic Baby: Letters to My Grandson Before He Could Read, my husband and I learned said grandson, Jack, would be a big brother.
Less than three weeks after the birth of our granddaughter in August, the offer we'd made on a condo in the town our family moved to exactly a year earlier was accepted. In three weeks we had the keys.
After Pandemic Baby was released, I'd considered switching from memoir to a back-burner novel. But now, another memoir is calling me. Jack was born during the COVID pandemic shutdown and Trump's first term. Joleen arrived amid her family's adaptation to a new home and the turmoil of Trump's second term. What will their lives and world look like?
So once again I'm exploring memoir, both in prose and poetic forms. Not only by writing, but I am also teaching again. If you're in the Seattle area and have a story to get on the page, please join me for a free memoir writing workshop in the beautiful Fairwood Library just after Halloween. No costumes required!
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