“Stop acting like Cinderella! I am not an evil stepmother!” Inside my head the white noise machine that was my coping mechanism revved up, humming over top of the slurred words, the tinkle of ice in the glass, the tap of the cigarette on the ashtray’s edge. Captive, staring straight ahead, I said nothing, my… Continue reading “Stop Making Things Up!” : Memoir and the Rashomon Effect
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"Nothing that happens to a writer — however happy, however tragic — is ever wasted." ~ P.D. James
THE MEMOIR LIFE 