Memoir: Helena Writes #43--On the departure from one's parents
When I was fourteen and life had taken its hormonal turn, pushing me out of the childhood home that I thought was permanent, I bought a monkey...
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Story: Helena Writes #42: On opening the images and memories we carry
[I began] opening the images I carried with me to find the experience, the meaning, the feeling, the story...As I wrote them, they became...the story of my first-generation American family...
Helena Writes #36: On first memories, and memoir writing as a puzzle
My older sister, Jolene, was the ringleader in our sister group. It was a group of only us two...We were an organism. Where did she stop and I begin? I can't find a fixed edge...