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Memoir’s Sticky Place: WOW! Women on Writing Blog Tour and Giveaway of The Goodbye Year by Toni Piccinini

 Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler with Toni Piccinini/@Bellatonicooks

 

I am pleased to participate in WOW-Women on Writing Blog Tour for Toni Piccinini’s new memoir, The Goodbye Year. My book reviews can be found on Amazon and Goodreads.

Toni will share her thoughts on “Memoir’s Sticky Place”  in this guest post. 

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The Goodbye Year Book Cover

 

 

BOOK SUMMARY & DETAILS:

 

The Goodbye Year is an inspirational, honest, and hilarious tale of Toni’s approach to the end of an era in the Piccinini household. For many mothers, a child’s senior year brings about a serious look back on the past eighteen. Every event—from Halloween to Mother’s Day—becomes The Last Time. Toni Piccinini knows exactly what that’s like, and in The Goodbye Year, she offers the loving support every soon-to-be Empty Nester needs. Think of Toni as your bossy-but-loving Italian auntie, with modern sensibilities and a packed pantry. With the wisdom she’s acquired from saying goodbye three times to her own children, she reassuringly holds your hand while encouraging you through the insanity of the college application process, the rejections and the acceptances, and the teary dorm drop-offs. Even better, she reminds every mother that the best is yet to come—freedom, creativity, flexibility, and the Me Years. Paperback:  264 Pages Publisher:  Seal Press (September 10, 2013) ISBN-10:  1580054862

Twitter hashtag: #TGYPiccinini

 

The Goodbye Year is available as a print and e- book at Amazon.

 

Welcome, Toni!

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Memoir Author Toni Piccinini
 Memoir’s Sticky Place

The Goodbye Year traveled for seven years before it knew what it wanted to be. It had to “find itself” like a 1970s college graduate hitchhiking from coast to coast. I’m grateful that I was allowed to tag along on the journey. What surprised me was whom we picked up along the way. My mother showed up.

 

Miles and years had separated us. By the time I found myself in the murky end of the reflecting pool of my motherhood (during the fall of my daughter’s senior year of high school) it was thirteen years too late to talk to her about it. Decades ago when I prepared to leave for college, like most teenagers, I thought only of myself. And the self I was forming was the exact opposite of her. At age seventeen, I thought all we had in common was DNA and geography. It had never occurred to me, until I was knee deep in the quicksand of my memories, that we, my mom and I, might have shared the same conflicting emotions that were overwhelming me—joy for my child’s forward movement, but sadness brought about from my longing for a past that would never come again.

 

Last year at this time of golden, melancholy October afternoons, I was stuck in the messy middle of the narrative of my story. I didn’t think I was up to the task. I had cashed my modest advance check and squirrelled it away in a safety deposit box just in case I needed to give it back. Clearly, I was giving the Universe a mixed message and the results were stagnation. My inner critics—my constant companions—harangued me, scared me, and instructed me to delete that paragraph. I had no right to tell that story, no right to air my feelings. All the while my developmental editor was imploring me to “flesh it out” which meant reveal more of my past, reveal more of me. I didn’t know if I could be brave enough to expose myself on the page. I was used to the masks I was wearing, Polite Lady, Charming Hostess, Loving Mother, Supportive Wife. I wasn’t even sure what was underneath. Who would show up if I came naked to the page?

As writers, are we ready to read what comes from our deepest authentic space? And then, are we willing to let that out into the world?

 

More important, the collateral effects of me telling my story would reveal more of my loved ones. I know that was not something they were interested in. That spot for the memoir writer is a sticky one. How do we tell our story and spare the characters with whom we have shared a life? We can’t.

 

Memories of my mother and our relationship rained down on me and filled the creative well. It was as if she was giving me loving permission to get to know myself. To love myself as she loved me now.  She came to me in a dream one early morning after a night of endless chatter from a trio of ego characters (disguised as helpers) who wouldn’t allow me to sleep. She was dressed in a business suit. I don’t recall her ever having a suit like that.

 

“Mom, everyone thinks you’re dead,” I told her as I watched her stride to her office dispatching answers and giving orders. The blurry busy workers exuded respect.

 

“No, I’m finally doing what I was meant to do. And I love it. Now, you do what you’re meant to do.”

 

I woke from that dream and dug in. Did a few waves of  “Oh, dear God, what have I done?” wash over me as I signed off on the copy edit? Heck Yes! But with them came the quiet peace of knowing that what I had written was my truth.

I had amazing guides helping me find out what that truth was. Last year, when I was in the midst of the messy middle of my memoir, I found a class that gave it a name: The Muddy Middle. As it turns out, I wasn’t the only memoir writer suffering through this sticky middle place.

(Linda Joy Myers http://memoriesandmemoirs.com and Brooke Warner http://warnercoaching.com teach, coach, and help writers every day. Check them out!)

For memoir writers being brave and exposed on the page is a gift we give to ourselves and to our readers.

You’ll know you’re free from the sticky place when you invite all your critics in, offer them a cool drink, and inform them that you don’t have time for them today. You have work to do!

 

Questions for memoir writers:

Who holds you back from telling the truth?

Inner critics? Real live folks?

 

Here’s an excerpt from the January chapter of The Goodbye Year.

 

To Do: Give Name and Face to Your Bullies
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This is a fun exercise that has many names but ultimately rewards you with clarity and empowering detachment. Some coaches call them saboteurs. Psychologists refer to the voice as the superego. These recriminating voices all share only one goal: to keep you stuck in the exact place you are. I like to call them bullies, because if you know a bully, he is nothing more than a coward. Change is threatening to these bullies. When you hear the negative voice, stop and try to imagine what he or she looks like. I found that during my Goodbye Year, I had two constant companions, who slunk around my ankles like Ursula’s Flotsam and Jetsam in The Little Mermaid. They were great bullies, because they were smart, which appealed to my vanity. And they were elastic. Sometimes they’d play Good Demon/Bad Demon. They were sarcastic and witty as they put me down and planted seeds of doubt about every aspect of my motherhood.

The great value of the exercise is that once we flesh out our bullies, they become something that exists outside our true selves. For a while, they’ll stick around like annoying mosquitoes, but what will be different will be that when they start up, you will recognize them—Oh, you two again!—as the tedious nothings that they are. And one day soon, they’ll just buzz off.

 

AUTHOR BIO & CONTACT INFORMATION:

 

Toni’s writing career started when she  stapled her first “book” together and launched it at a reading attended by her brother, Scotty, and her Boxer, Lonesome. The title-less story was a mash-up of Hansel and Gretel, The Six Swans, and a Box Car Children adventure, with the protagonists (sister, brother, and dog) risking everything in their quest for a magical lump of coal that would save the town. It was an immediate success.

During the fifty years between her first and second book, The Goodbye Year: Wisdom and Culinary Therapy to Survive Your Child’s Senior Year of High School (and Reclaim the YOU of You) she has, in no order of importance or chronology

·      opened a “Top 100” San Francisco restaurant

·      published scientific articles on the efficacies of antibiotics

·       sang the National Anthem at high school football games

·       published essays, recipes, and cookbook reviews

·       sent three children off to college

 

Toni lives in Marin County California, which is a long way from her Western Pennsylvania hometown, Heilwood. She is busy on her next book, which may revisit the power found in a magical lump of coal.

 

Toni’s Website: http://tonipiccinini.com/home.html

The Goodbye Year’s Website: http://tonipiccinini.com/goodbyeyear.html

Toni’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/Bellatonicook

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Thank you Toni for giving us the “recipe “for launching our child into the next phase of his or her life and for sharing  the story behind the story of how you bravely forged ahead –past your inner critic–to share your truth. Exposing deeply personal experiences of ourselves and the people who matter in our stories is one of  the greatest challenges in memory writing. You inspire us all with your persistence and courage.

How about you? What has your experience with launching your child into the next phase of his or her life?  As Toni asks above,what holds you back from telling your truth–inner critic? real people?

A free copy of The Goodbye Years will be given away to a lucky commenter whose name will be selected in a  random drawing.

We’d love to hear from you. Please leave your comments below~

 

 

 

ANNOUNCEMENT:  Congratulations to book winners: Barbara McDowell Whitt won Jerry Waxler’s Memoir Revolution and Marian Beaman won Karen Leahy’s The Summer of Yes. Enjoy!

 

This Week:

 

10/23/13:  “Kvetch: A Jewish Memoir of Music and Survival, African-Style by Greta Beigel”

 

10/25/13: Memoir Writing Tips by Denis Ledoux: Conveying Theme Effectively” , final in a series.

From Grief to Healing, Part One: An Interview with Memoir Author Eleanor Vincent on Loving and Letting Go of a Child

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler with Eleanor Vincent/@eleanor_vincent

 

“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.”

Ernest Hemingway

 

I am very pleased to feature Eleanor Vincent in Part One of this guest post interview about her memoir, Swimming with Maya. Eleanor and I met online in the NAMW Facebook forum. I was so impressed with her memoir of loving and letting go of her beloved daughter, Maya, I asked to interview her in a guest post.

Swimming with Maya demonstrates the remarkable process of healing after the traumatic death of a loved one. My book reviews can be found on Amazon and Goodreads.

 

 This is Part One of the interview where Eleanor explores the themes in her memoir and shares the valuable lessons she learned from writing through her pain. 

Welcome , Eleanor!

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Memoir Author Eleanor Vincent

 

KP: You’ve written an honest and heart wrenching account of loving and letting go of your high-spirited daughter, Maya, in Swimming with Maya. When did you decide to share your story through a memoir? What is the main message you hope to convey to your readers?

 

EV:  My message is simple: celebrate life. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Let the people you love know how much you love them. Life can be over in a moment. This is a truth we all try to defend against, but Maya’s sudden death at age 19 showed me that life could veer off in directions I had never imagined. When the unimaginable happens, how do we go on? This is the question Swimming with Maya attempts to answer. How do we get back up after life knocks us down? As a memoir, my book is a very personal account of one woman’s journey. It is not a self-help book, but it is inspirational and motivational because it shows how I became more resilient than I ever thought I could be. I decided to write about Maya’s death just days after she died. I instinctively knew her death would completely reshape my life and that I had to write about it.

 

That said, I should note that I had been writing professionally for more than two decades when she died. In addition, I was working on my MFA in creative writing at Mills College at the time. I was well equipped to take on what turned into a ten-year effort.

 

 

KP: I was able to relate to your memoir on several levels—as a mother, as a single parent and as a health care provider. Your intimate portrayal of your decision to donate Maya’s organs seems to be a central theme. But you also weave in several other layers to the narrative, including your past relationships, your current relationship with your surviving daughter, the special bond you and Maya shared. How did you decide on what to include in this narrative?

 

EV:  That was a gradual process. At first, I just wanted to tell the story of Maya’s death and my decision to donate her organs and tissues. I never intended to go so deeply into my own past, my family, or my marriages and relationships. But readers in my workshops at Mills and then in my writing group kept asking hard questions about why the narrator made the choices she did as a parent. I quickly realized I would need to divulge much more personal material in order to write a believable narrative and create myself as a character in that narrative – one of the hardest tasks facing the memoirist.

 

Everyone’s life has a level of complexity. Because of my family background and my own subsequent attempts to cope with the dysfunction I observed as a child through therapy and spiritual work, my life has been extra complex. To understand the character of the mother/narrator in Swimming with Maya, the reader needs this information. I think our stories often ask more of us than we originally intend to divulge. In the end, I gave my all to the story, including creating a portrait of my own flaws and strengths as a human being.

 

 

KP: It seemed that Maya’s death prompted you to reexamine your role as a mother. What lessons have you learned in writing your memoir that you would like to share with your readers?

 

EV: I learned a lot about what it means to be a mother – and a lot more about how to write a compelling narrative. On the mother front, I always knew that being the mother of two daughters, Maya and Meghan, had been the most important shaping force in my life. Being motivated to be a good mother, a loving mother, caused me to reexamine and change many things about myself, including the painful process of going back and looking at the gaps in the mothering I had received.

 

But when Maya died, my heart and my ego shattered. Then I understood viscerally how very attached I was to my daughter – how fundamental she had become to my sense of self. I think most parents project their dreams and aspirations onto their children. Until you lose one, you do not realize the extent of this. Losing Maya forced me to grow into the person I wanted to be all along – a more loving, more compassionate, more resilient, and more trusting (paradoxically!) person. And it made me a far better writer. It also made me a much better mother to my surviving child, Meghan.

 

Even now, 21 years after her death, Maya continues to influence me. I am a better grandmother because of her. I enjoy my 3-year-old granddaughter Lucia more, and I’m motivated to spend more quality time with her, to be deeply involved in her life day to day, because I know what it means to lose a child. And honestly, Lucia reminds me of Maya. She has a lot of her spunk and creativity. I would not miss a minute of this!

 

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Maya at 19

To be continued…

 

Thank you , Eleanor, for sharing how your devastating loss helped you reshape your life and go on. You show us what resilience and courage look like.

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 Author Bio and contact information:

 

Eleanor Vincent is an award-winning writer whose debut memoir, Swimming with Maya: A Mother’s Story was nominated for the Independent Publisher Book Award and was reissued by Dream of Things press early in 2013. She writes about love, loss, and grief recovery with a special focus on the challenges and joys of raising children at any age.

 

Called “engaging” by Booklist, Swimming with Maya chronicles the life and death of Eleanor’s nineteen-year-old daughter, Maya, who was thrown from a horse and pronounced brain-dead at the hospital. Eleanor donated her daughter’s organs to critically ill patients and poignantly describes her friendship with a middle-aged man who was the recipient of Maya’s heart.

Her essays appear in the anthologies At the End of Life: True Stories about How we Die (edited by Lee Gutkind); This I Believe: On Motherhood; and Impact: An Anthology of Short Memoirs. They celebrate the unique and complicated bonds between mothers and daughters, making hard decisions as a parent – whether your child is 14 or 40 – and navigating midlife transitions with grace and authenticity.

Eleanor was born in Cleveland, Ohio and attended the University of Minnesota School of Journalism and received an MFA in Creative Writing from Mills College, where she occasionally teaches writing workshops on creative nonfiction and memoir.

She lives in Oakland, California. Visit her website at www.eleanorvincent.com or connect with her author page on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/eleanorvincentauthor

 

 

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Swimming with Maya book cover

Amazon link for ordering.

 

How about you? Has writing through grief helped you learn more about yourself?

 

Eleanor has agreed to give away a copy of her memoir, Swimming with Maya, to a commenter whose name will be selected in a random drawing.

 

We’d love to hear from you. Please leave your comments below~

 

Announcement: Congratulations, Carol Bodensteiner! Your name was selected in a random drawing of commenters to receive  a copy of  Grace Peterson’s memoir, Reaching.

 

Thursday, 8/1: From Grief to Healing, Part Two. Eleanor will explore how writing her memoir helped her to heal.