Sunday’s Child:  Olive Persists – Memoir

Olive was not family. She wasn’t a family friend. I’m not certain I could pick her out in a line up. I remember her as old with curly hair that was starting to grey. Likely she was younger than I am now. She would tell you that she had “lost her figure” like it wasContinue reading “Sunday’s Child:  Olive Persists – Memoir”

Reflections of a Writer 5: Owning My Story

As a writing teacher, I always told my students to write about what they know. Their experiences equal their stories. Yet, as a little girl with blonde ringlets, my story was not polite to talk about. My reality made people uncomfortable. However I realize this has been a construct manufactured by people wanting to createContinue reading “Reflections of a Writer 5: Owning My Story”