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Half Sheets (part 2)

For Lesson 2: Moving from Chicago, IL to Alexandria, VA -segregation in 2003 -Did the Civil War end? -Race, theology, immigration, integration -If you are a member of a minority, you must work in a kitchen or a hotel. Perceptions … Continue reading

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The Lessons of Adolescence

Looking back at my years in junior high school from the view of a 79-year-old woman is filled with bittersweet memories. I couldn’t wear pants to school despite living in Minnesota. My music teacher used to play the piano at … Continue reading

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Essentials of Memoir Writing Lesson 2

Moving to America/ A different country -Where I moved from -Where I moved to -How it affected me Lessons learned from a bad relationship – What happened? -A lesson I learned from it -How the lesson benefitted me Adolescence – … Continue reading

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Hi, I am an amateur at writing. To be honest I really don’t like to write. However, I am trying to write a memoir about my mother’s death, even if it is just for me. I am looking for positive … Continue reading

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The Spark

I loved my first experience of flatting.  The flats were provided by the Education Authority to attract teachers to our small country town.  All my flat mates taught at the nearby school but I travelled each day 40km or so … Continue reading

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Writing Lesson 2: 10 Topics

Writing Lesson 1: 10 topics for possible memoirs BY Christine C. 10 Life Lessons I’ve Learned from Tom Brady— ADMIRABLE QUALITITES—APPLICATION OF TEAM PHILOSOPHY—SPIRITUAL CONNECTIONS   Sophie, My Neighbor—HER STRUGGLES—DEATH OF HER HUSBAND—HOW MY MOM HELPED HER  Polish Day Picnic—FOOD AND … Continue reading

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The Negotiation MW 2

The Negotiation The three week sampling trip to Venezuela was scheduled next week at the beginning of December and we would finish just before Christmas. All my various shots were done, the tetanus shot leaving my left arm sore.  Getting … Continue reading

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Lesson 2; exercise 2

the death of someone close to me (my daughter) – why she was our miracle child Dawn and I were not sure that we could even get pregnant. I was HIV+, so conceiving had it risks. We had seen several … Continue reading

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EXERCISE EXERCISE 5: What was going on in your neighborhood, your town, your country, and the world during the time period you’ve decided to write about? You can do a little research to refresh your memory. Make a list of the ways that these larger events affected your life. It was 1982 and the oil was flowing from the North Slop of Alaska. My husband, Dick was the supervisor of one of the two major oil companies, a knowledgeable, well- respected guy, earning a six-figure salary. He took a jet to work, working seven days on, seven days off. My real estate career was booming with all the new arrivals to work in the oil fields and the pipeline. I worked long hours, occasionally taking a day off to entertain, or go on a two-day fishing or hunting trip with Dick. We both were in our early forties, full of vim and vigor, and we loved our work. Life was wonderful. The oil is flowing and the conversations were about money and the next big deal. It was very much like the Gold Rush days, new money and lots of us chasing the lifestyle of the rich and the famous. We attended grand dinner parties, Cocktail gatherings, and social soirees. There were four formal gala balls a year. We also hosted wonderful set down dinners parties in our home. We all brought out our best china and Waterford crystal. Liquor cabinets were stocked with everything your could possibly want to drink. The was absolutely no drinking allowed on the work site, but there was plenty done during the off times in town. Dick is a very shy and private person, and this lifestyle was far from the Alaskan Native lifestyle at the Catholic orphanage on the lower Yukon river, were he grew up. Having a couple of drinks helped him feel more at ease at social functions. I was born in the deep south and well trained in the art of Socialbutterflyism. My life with Dick was everything I had dreamed it would be as a young girl back in Alabama, although, in my dreams, my prince charming was not an Alaskan Eskimo. As we each got more caught up in the hustle and bustle of living in the fast lane, we lost track of each other. Our special hunting and fishing trips, being close to nature fell by the wayside. I began to be concerned when I found him drinking alone at home, and he was drinking more often. I realized that our relationship was unraveling and I was growing increasingly more distraught. I had become obsessed with trying to make him see what is drinking was doing to our marriage. Sometimes when we went out for a special dinner and dancing, he would be very carful with how much he drink, and we would have the most wonderful romantic evening. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t drink like that all the time. I gave up my lucrative real estate job, thinking that would help, but the drinking went from bad to worse. I felt like I was living in the Twilight Zone. I poured expensive bottles of liquor down the toilet, threatened to kill myself, and cried my eyes out, as our lives and marriage further deteriorated. When I thought that he had had enough to drink I would ask him to not drink anymore, he would slur the words, you don’t give a good Goddam about me, all you care about is the money I bring in. The next morning I would ask him why he got drunk and tell him what he had said to me the night before and he would say, as he slid his coffee cup across the table onto the floor, I drink because you nag me! All you do is Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Leave me alone! A few days later he would tell me how sorry he was and we would make up, until the next time. There is no more making up and no passion in our marriage. I do take special care to make sure that we keep up a good front, and I pay close attention to how much he is drinking when we are at social events, I complain of a stomachache and excuse us, and once we are back home, he can drink to oblivion. None of our family and only a couple of our friends know that he… maybe I should say, that I have a problem with his drinking… and we are two pitiful people living a dismal life. I had not a clue of anything else going in my town of Anchorage, must less the world. This was my small world. 5 WHAT WAS GOING ON IN MY NEIGHBOR DURING THE TIME PERIOD OF MY WRITING

EXERCISE 5: What was going on in your neighborhood, your town, your country, and the world during the time period you’ve decided to write about? You can do a little research to refresh your memory. Make a list of the … Continue reading

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Lesson 2 Exercise: Comments Welcome!

TV offered a window to a world far broader and more exciting than what I felt were the limitations of growing up on a Vermont dairy farm. When I was about 5 years old, I was sitting on the overstuffed … Continue reading

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