I hope that, like me, you find great relief in your writing.
Unlike the younger me who hated writing anything and never did homework, the older me who was clean and sober a while found some level of comfort in documenting my journey through life.
I write essays primarily about mine and my family’s heritage and struggles with life. Some are uplifting and some are dire warnings to myself and others,children and grandchildren, about life.
Some are downright scary, like when I was living 700 miles from my wife babysitting our drug addled son. Anyone reading those at the time would have had the men in white coats pick me up as I sounded downright suicidal. I don’t let anyone else see them but I feel deleting them would be deleting a piece of me. I read them myself, now and again, with relief that I survived and sadness that my son didn’t.
I’ll never be a great writer but I will hopefully pass on to the next generation some of the wisdom and heartaches that came my way since I sobered up. I include the heartaches to show how I dealt with them in hopes that they will be better prepared than I was.
Once again, Congratulations! If The Small Bow is any indication, you’ll do great.
You will, I suspect, find that going to look at your darkness in the commission of writing a book is like staring at a stuffed tiger at the Natural History Museum.
Congratulations!
I hope that, like me, you find great relief in your writing.
Unlike the younger me who hated writing anything and never did homework, the older me who was clean and sober a while found some level of comfort in documenting my journey through life.
I write essays primarily about mine and my family’s heritage and struggles with life. Some are uplifting and some are dire warnings to myself and others,children and grandchildren, about life.
Some are downright scary, like when I was living 700 miles from my wife babysitting our drug addled son. Anyone reading those at the time would have had the men in white coats pick me up as I sounded downright suicidal. I don’t let anyone else see them but I feel deleting them would be deleting a piece of me. I read them myself, now and again, with relief that I survived and sadness that my son didn’t.
I’ll never be a great writer but I will hopefully pass on to the next generation some of the wisdom and heartaches that came my way since I sobered up. I include the heartaches to show how I dealt with them in hopes that they will be better prepared than I was.
Once again, Congratulations! If The Small Bow is any indication, you’ll do great.
Congratulations on the book deal, A.J.! So, so happy for you!
I think you came away with the perfect title choice. Really looking forward to this!
Bravo on the book deal. It will definitely be on my reading list.
Congratulations on the book deal!
Looking forward to the book. Congratulations!
You will, I suspect, find that going to look at your darkness in the commission of writing a book is like staring at a stuffed tiger at the Natural History Museum.
Haaaa. I will carry that with me.
Congratulations. I look forward to reading your story.
🎉👏🏼💪🏼 Can't wait for your book, A.J. Congrats!!!
Thank you, Sari. Please let me do Memoirland questionnaire when it’s done?
Omg, yes.
Awesome AJ!! 👏👊💪🏻
love the poem🌹
Belated congratulations on the book contract. Super duper thrilled for you, A.J.
Congratulations!
I also loved, loved this poem by Ellen Bass.