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.

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!

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 :
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.
The Goodbye Year’s Website: http://tonipiccinini.com/
Toni’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/
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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!
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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.


