“At least, he died with his boots on!” my mother said. Leave it to Mom to find something upbeat to say about a schnook like Frank Rizzo. Mom admired that in a man— the ability . . . more
Intense, introspective, often lost in thought. Desirous of meaningful living. Usually busy pursuing this. Sometimes withdrawn. Other times extremely social.
Hi Tracy. Didn't you tell me you like Augusten Burroughs? He's on tour promoting "A Wolf at the Table." I'm going to a reading, Q&A, and book signing on Saturday. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it! I'm trying to think up an intelligent question for him. He talks a lot about what is hardest to write is often the writer's best work. My question is: How does someone who isn't Augusten Burroughs sell what is hardest to tell?
Hi I am so glad that you got some small pleasure from my response to your post. I felt that I was privleged to have a glimpse into your world. So much warmth made my day better even at this remove.
Tracy, if you'll join our Women's Memoir group and post your poem to our site, I'll give it a featured position. And don't forget to "friend" Matilda. See you tomorrow night.
Hey Tracy, Congratulations you are the first to get on Gather and "friend" me. You ought to try posting your Aunt's vignette. You can either start your own group or go to Matilda's and my memoir group and and post there. I think you'll get some great feedback. K
