My Support Group Hates Me
Just for fun: Here’s a Contributor’s Note I wrote in a memoir workshop recently. The assignment was to play with a creative version of what might appear in the back if we were ever to publish a book.
Bad Boys, Nice Guys and Female Gym Teachers
My enjoyment of writing began early, as I described in a previous post Pretty Girls, Phallic Symbols, and the Mysterious Human Brain. Starting with childish tributes to my mother’s beauty (almost as soon as I could write), I soon became more sophisticated. By age 11, I was regaling my friends with a novella written in daily installments. As we walked […]
