When you notice a blogger hasn’t written from December through April, you may presume they’re in Tahiti. Or Fiji. Or some equally remote, romantic hide away. But, no I’ve been right here, mostly, at home, writing, tending my family, and watching the pages on the calendar fly by.
I’ve started teaching two classes at the community college-one on memoir writing, and one, an overview for those who’ve dreamed of writing. My traveling has taken me to college campuses from Portland to San Luis Obispo to Boston. Oh, how I wish my senior had chosen the beachy schools! But no, serious student that she is, she’s headed to Boston.
In the meantime, I continue to revise both my proposal and my manuscript. More importantly, to you, my dear readers, I have been reading memoirs. I promise to catch you up on my favorites, but here’s a teaser: a Pacific Northwest female adventurer, writing from her journals about a trip she took in the eighties. Sound familiar? Try Wild by Cheryl Strayed, a true page turner.
- Let’s Not Go to the Dogs Tonight by Alexander Fuller
- Wild by Cheryl Strayed
- Tales of a Female Nomad by Rita Gilman Gold,,,
- The Boy Who Loved Tornadoes by Randi Davenport
- A Staggering Work of Extraordinary Genius by Dave Eggars
- In Pharaoh’s Army by Tobias Wolf
- I’m Not Dead yet by Dave Berry
- —Marriage, I’m Too Tired for an Affair by Erma Bombeck
- An Exact Replica of a Fragment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracker