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How to Transform Grief into a Memoir: Interview with Artis Henderson by Dorit Sasson

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler with Dorit Sasson/@VoicetoStory

 

“I believe we are given the stories we must tell.” – Artis Henderson.

 

It is my pleasure to feature author, story mentor and radio host Dorit Sasson in this interview with memoir author Artis Henderson. Dorit and I met online and I have enjoyed her in-depth and insightful interviews on her”Giving Voice to Your Story” Radio Show. Dorit is also writing a memoir about her three years serving in the Israeli Defense Forces and blogs about memoir writing on her blog and on Huffington Post Books.  She is the author of  a story, “The Best Time To Get in My Way” in the anthology, Pebbles in the Pond: Transforming the World One Person at a Time.

In this blog post, Dorit interviews Artis Henderson on the writing process for her memoir Unremarried Widow, which began as an essay in The New York Times’ Modern Love column. This blog post will focus on the emotional narrative of losing her husband, a pilot for the US army in Afghanistan, and how the author was able to move past the emotionally difficult process of downloading “scenes” to create a memoir.

Note: This interview can also be heard in its audio format as part of Dorit’s radio show, “Giving Voice to Your Story.”

 

 

Welcome, Dorit!

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Author, story mentor, radio host Dorit Sasson

 

How to Transform Grief into a Memoir

 

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Memoir Author Artis Henderson

 

Dorit Sasson: How did you manage at first to voice the grief of your husband Miles and his memory in your memoir?

 

Artis Henderson: This is such a big question. Writing in general and writing a book in particular is almost like magic. I’m not even sure how it happened. It’s such a mystery how to turn grief into a story. On a personal level, when I had first signed the contract, when I knew the book was coming, I remember feeling very worried. I had a proposal but I hadn’t written the book. I talked to my editor and he said, “just tell the story.”

 

And so, that’s what I did. I sat down and started writing. I started at the beginning of the memoir when I met Miles and wrote straight through to the end of it. Of course there was lots of editing and rewriting, but I think the hardest part is just finding a starting place. Maybe that’s the answer.

 

DS: How did you get clarity as an insider and as an outsider when dealing with grief?

 

AH: I honestly didn’t consider the reader until after the book was written. As I’m writing it, I’m telling the story for myself. I never worried about who would be reading it. I actually think if I thought about this too much, I might have censored what I put down. I may have been shy or even embarrassed. My goal however in the long run, was to help someone else feel what I was feeling in those moments.

 

DS: How did the writing impact the grieving and vis-versa?

 

AH: Yes, the two are so intertwined. The book only came out in January 2014, and it’s a little over seven years since Miles passed away, so it hasn’t been that long. Writing a book was a really big part of my grieving process. I grieved for him so intensely on an everyday basis for a solid year, but then by the second and third years, I started focusing on the future applying to grad schools and then going overseas. So I actually had to put my grief to the side and then when I started writing the book, I think I realized there was so much grieving to be done. Writing the book took two solid years and I have to tell you, I cried every day. There was no part of the book that didn’t affect me. The encouraging part is that now I’m able to speak about him and about what happened without falling apart. I could not do that before writing the book.

I would trade everything to have Miles back in a second. But that’s not an option. It took me a long time to realize that. I kept thinking, “if I did everything right, he would come back.” But once I realized he wasn’t coming back for good, I realized I had a huge responsibility to turn his death into something good.

I definitely wanted the reader to feel me taking that heavy responsibility. I just wanted to be a more active participant in my life.

 

DS: How did you plan those scenes so you were really touching on those message or was this not intentional or were you just occupied with telling the story and speaking your truth?

 

AH: At first, I was just focused on telling the story, and the truest moments of that story. It was only after coming up with the arc was completed I realized was me coming out with this grief. I shyed away from this at the beginning.

 

DS: What kinds of tips or strategies did you use to help you get clear on your story arc?

 

AH: I had written a solid chunk of the book. I was worried and obsessed with structure. I spent so much time on the arc and I would map everything out and think about the arc all the time. But then as I was writing, I realized that structure comes from writing. I had to keep writing. So after 120 pages, I realized I needed more pages and writing. It was only then that the structure emerged organically from that material.

 

DS: How did you get unstuck from the writing?

 

AH: I handed in my first draft the year after I signed the contract. During that year, I wrote furiously during which I wrote 130 pages and handed the draft to my editor. I said to them, this is all I can come up with! I couldn’t think of anything else to write. And that was when I realized what a great editor can do for you. In that draft, she pulled out areas I needed to develop more. She asked questions and pointed me in some very clear directions. Once I had that, I was able to continue writing.

 

Thunderstorm over Karoo landscape, Nieuwoudtville, South Africa

 

As you can see from this in-depth interview, grieving is not a pre-planned process. Much of it happens side by side with the writing. When we allow ourselves to grieve, we open the doors to deeper expression.

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Thank you Dorit for this thought-provoking interview about the power of memoir writing. This interview shows how writing helped Artis process her grief and, in doing so, serves as a template for the rest of us. It takes a great deal of courage and perseverance to face painful memories, but writing through the pain can lead to healing.

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 Dorit Sasson, an award winning speaker and author and creator of Giving Voice to Your Story radio show and website, is available for consulting, speaking and writing projects. She also blogs for Huffington Post Books and is currently working on her memoir about the years she served in the Israel Defense Forces.

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How about you? Has writing helped you heal? How have you handled the process of facing painful memories and writing through them?

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This Week:
Thursday, 7/10/14: 
” A Memorial to Our Beloved Lake House: A Memoir Moment.”
7 pm ET: I will be participating in a NAMW Roundtable discussion about Crowdfunding  through Pubslush with Amanda Barber, Sonia Marsh and Linda Joy Myers. You can sign up for this free roundtable discussion here.

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Does Your Memoir Title Pack a Punch?

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler

 

” Next in importance to books are the titles.”  ~Frank Crane

 

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Packing a Punch
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We all know that a book’s title and its cover need to pack a punch right away. No matter how great our story may be, it will be the title and cover that sell it to the reader.

The title and the book cover are a promise to our readers.

When I think of my own reading habits and what goes into my decision to read a new book, I know the title and book cover matter.

I’m going to think out loud here and then ask for your input.

In the five years I have been writing my memoir, I have accrued a list of working titles that seemed to fit at the time. These two stuck for a while, the latter has been my current working title until recently:

Choices and Chances: My Jagged Journey to Self

Ever Faithful to His Lead: A Memoir About Choices

My memoir is about getting into and out of two emotionally abusive marriages and finding my voice.

The main question that drives the narrative is:

How does a young woman from a stable, loving home make so many wise decisions about her career yet so many poor decisions about love that she ends up escaping with her two children in broad daylight from her second husband for fear of physical abuse?

But now that I am in my final edits and contemplating book cover designs and publication decisions, I find myself wavering on the title.

These are the questions I am asking myself:

* Is the title catchy?

* Does the title strike at the heart of my story?

* Does my title reveal my promise to the reader?

* Does the title create interest for the reader?

Choices and Chances: My Jagged Journey to Self came from one of the themes in the book–we are responsible for our own choices.

Ever Faithful to His Lead: A Memoir About Choices came from my writing. In a serendipitous moment  before a read-aloud session at the International Women Writers Guild this past summer, I read a memoir excerpt to my friend and colleague Susan Weidener. “Ever faithful to his lead” stopped me. Susan and I looked at one another and I said, “That’s it. That’s my title.”

Ever Faithful to His Lead fits in with the dance metaphor I use as well the faith journey that are both woven throughout the narrative. In my mind, it’s the better of the two titles and the one to which I have felt the most bonded but. . .

Maybe I just need a stronger subtitle? or a new title that more accurately reflects the heart of my story?

Then the other day while waiting in the car for my husband, I generated a few other working titles:

1. Jagged Journey: My Path to Freedom From Emotional Abuse

2. Missteps: A Memoir About Getting Into and Out Of Two Emotionally-Abusive Marriages

3. Out of Step: My Journey Out of Emotional Abuse

4. Ever Faithful to His Lead: Finding Freedom From Emotional Abuse

5. Awakenings: Saying Goodbye to Emotional Abuse

 

I’m working on it and I have a favorite but I wonder, dear readers, what do you think?

Which title, if any, do you feel packs the greatest punch?

Does it make you want to know more?

Is it too vague? too specific?

Do you have any idea what it’s about by the title?

I’m also open to other ideas, so bring it on!

 

I know it is my decision and it needs to come from my heart but I’d appreciate your thoughts and comments.

Thanks ahead of time for brainstorming with me.

 

How about you? How do you find a memoir title that packs a punch?

 

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

 

Next:

Friday, 3/14/14: “ The 7-in-1 Blog Award Nomination”

How Music Led Me to Memoir Writing by Robin Gaiser

Posted by Kathleen Pooler /@kathypooler with Robin Gaiser/@RobinGaiser

 

 “Music gives wings to the mind, a soul to the universe, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, a life to everything.”  Plato

 

It is my pleasure to introduce therapeutic musician and memoir writer Robin Gaiser in this guest post about how music led her to write a memoir. Robin and I meet through a mutual friend who over lunch one day had mentioned she had a friend who was writing a memoir. After chatting on the phone, Robin and I knew we had a lot in common. Robin has a fascinating story to tell about how her ministry as a therapeutic musician inspired her to start sharing her stories. Her upcoming memoir, Doorways  is a work-in-progress. She has completed her first draft and fourteen of twenty-two chapters have been critiqued. She hopes to complete the critique process and have a polished final revision and a query letter ready by this summer.

Welcome, Robin!

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Robin Gaiser playing music for a client in her home.

 

 

How Music Led Me to Memoir Writing

 

As a therapeutic musician (Certified Music Practitioner) I am privileged to offer live bedside acoustic music to critically and chronically ill, elderly and dying patients in hospital, Hospice, nursing and private settings.  My fervor for this work has spilled over into writing a passionate memoir about these real people and their real stories as they face the unknowns of life and death.

 

Doorways (working title) takes the reader into these private and sacred lives revealing wrenching choices patients and their caregivers and families must make.  In the midst of it all I enter with healing music, its mystical and miraculous qualities flowing into these unknown, hurting places. Be amazed, be humored, be moved.

I tell these stories and my own in hopes that when our time, or those of our loved ones come, we may face them with wisdom, courage and love.    

 

Below find a short excerpt from a chapter of Doorways entitled “Last Words,” a collection of anecdotes about the value of honoring life as it comes to an end.

 

“Doug sat alone in his Hospice room seated in a lounge chair, staring out the window at the woods.  His door was wide open.  The TV was off, no radio played. He was not reading or working a puzzle or talking on the phone.  When I knocked lightly on his door he looked up with a response which surprised me. He appeared frightened, apprehensive about my presence.  His thick, quilted flannel buffalo paid shirt, his worn jeans, his tan work boots shouted the language of an outdoor laborer.  I looked more closely and saw missing fingers on the hand lying across his lap.  Lumberjack, I thought.

            The vast unforgiving Adirondack mountains harbored many a hard living man eeking out a meager wage in the woods just five hours north of bustling, crowded sophisticated New York City.

            I approached the solitary man slowly. Keeping my distance I pulled out my harmonica, showed it to him and began playing “Git Along Home Cindy, Cindy” an upbeat folk tune often played on hammer dulcimer in the lumber camps. He resumed staring out the window, expressionless. I finished the tune and let some time pass.

            I didn’t expect him to speak.

            “My uncle played one a’ them,” he said flatly, looking at me briefly, then turning his head to gaze out the window again.

            “You want me to play some more?” I asked. 

            “Yeah,” he said still looking away.

            I played several more camp tunes for him. When I stopped and put the harmonica in my pocket he looked over at me and spoke again.

            “When you comin’ back?”

            “Next week,” I replied.

            “Good.”

            The following week I knocked softly on his door hoping I wouldn’t frighten him again.  He sat clad in the same outfit, in his chair by the window, but his expression changed when he looked up and saw me. The fear, the reticence was not present and he even cocked a half- smile. I entered carrying my guitar as well as the trusty harmonica and sang country music as he listened intently facing the window with the view out to the woods. After several songs he spoke.

            “You know one about grace or something.’ My mama sang it.”

            I began to play the introduction to “Amazing Grace” and sang all five verses.  Even without looking too closely at the lone man, I could see tears form in his eyes as he swallowed hard.

            Weeks later during what turned out to be his final hour, I entered his room without knocking. This time his limp, non-responsive body rested in a Hospice bed. The hand with the missing fingers lay across his chest which was barely rising and falling with his strained breath. No plaid flannel shirt or worn blue jeans, no work boots were in sight. I softly played harmonica over him, remembering the shy lumberjack who allowed me into his very private life.

            The music I gave him that day was the last sound he heard on this earth.” 

 

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Thank you Robin for giving us a glimpse of your work as a therapeutic musician and for showing us how it has inspired you to share the stories of the people whose lives you touched with your music. After reading this powerful excerpt, I am looking forward to reading your memoir!

 

Robin Russell Gaiser holds a BA in English from The College of William and Mary, an MA in psychology from Marymount University, and a certificate as Music Practitioner  from Music for Healing and Transition, Inc.  She has recorded seven Cds with the Mill Run Dulcimer Band, and three solo Cds honoring births of grandchildren.  She recently had a third short story published and takes classes through the Great Smokies Writing Program at UNC-Asheville. More details are available on Robin‘s newly published website, www.robingaiser.com

 

How about you? Has music played a role in healing for you?

 

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

 

 

Next Week,

2/10/14: ” 7 Memoir Writing Tips for Writing with Intention”

2/13/14:   ” From Insanity to Serenity”, a guest post on Janet Givens’ blog.

Christmas Past: A Memoir Moment

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler

 

“What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present and hope for the future.” Charles Dickens, Ebeneezer Scrooge in A Christmas Carol.

 

Author’s Note: This story has been adapted from the original story posted on Linda K. Thomas’ Spiritual Memoirs 101 blog in December, 2011, “Kathleen”s Christmas Past.”

 

As Christmas approaches every year, I reflect on many memories of Christmas Past. This particular memory warms my heart and makes me smile as I recall the blessings of  growing up Italian and of gathering around a table to share Christmas Eve with my loving family.

 

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Gathering around the holiday table, 1953. Grandpa (R) looked full!

 

Christmas Past: The Feast of the Seven Fishes

 

The smell of spicy tomato sauce mixed with hearty laughter greet me and my family as we climb the circular staircase to my Nan and Grandpa DiCerbo’s home. We have traveled six hours to join our family for Christmas Eve. When we open the door at the top of the stairs, aunts, uncles, and cousins surround us with warm hugs and loving smiles. I am seven years old and can hardly contain my excitement as I throw off my coat and return the hugs.

We are celebrating Christmas Eve in traditional Italian fashion with the Feast of the Seven Fishes. Christmas Eve in the ancient Catholic Church was a sacred fast day, on which no meat could be consumed.

The table extends the length of the dining room and is adorned with Nan’s finest ivory crocheted tablecloth and gold-rimmed china plates surrounded by sparkling silverware and shiny goblets. Pretty soon, I know the center of the table will be crowded with steaming bowls of pasta, sauce and baccala (salted cod fish), silvery smelt, crab cakes, baked Mackerel, boiled shrimp, trout and calamari (squid).

My seven-year-old taste buds rebel against the fish but I love my Nan’s spicy, warm tomato sauce and homemade pasta. My mouth waters before I even put a forkful of sauce-drenched pasta into my mouth.

I run into the kitchen to see my Nan stirring the sauce. She wipes her hands on her red gingham apron and bends down to wrap her arms around me as we both squeal with excitement.

“Oh, I’m so happy to see you Katarina (my name in Italian),” she says, smiling as she offers me a spoonful of sauce after blowing on it a few times.

The smooth, tomatoe-y sauce slides down my throat and warms my insides.

“This is s-o-o-o good, Nan,” I say as I close my eyes and take in the sweet smell and taste of home.

“Well, it’s ready.” Nan says.

“With that Mom and her sister, my Aunt Rose, begin draining the pasta over the sink, laughing together as the steam clouds Aunt Rose’s eyeglasses. I join the parade of relatives delivering the heaping bowls to the center of the table.

Uncle Freddy, Nan’s brother, pours the homemade red wine from the galloon jugs. Grandpa and his brother, Uncle Vincent have made a new batch from the winemaking press in the basement. I think about how they both came over on the boat  from Naples, Italy when they were sixteen and eighteen and wonder how they could ever leave their family in Dugenta behind. I love it when we all get together. There is always laughter.

As Nan places the tomato sauce in the center of the table, Grandpa says grace ,then,smiling, raises his wine glass,

“A saluto!”

Even the children get a small glass of wine. “It’s good for your blood” is the mantra.

I’m sitting between Mom’s brother, my Uncle Michael and my two-year–old brother, Tom. I pass on the yucky calamari, even though the adults are getting seconds. Uncle Freddy places his closed fingers to his lips then fans his fingers out in compliments to Nan.

Before I know it, the bowls are nearly empty and we’re all sitting around with our hands on our bellies. The table is cleared and Mom and Aunt Rose place trays of pears, apples, tangerines and walnuts, almonds and pecans in the shell for dessert.

All the women gather in the kitchen to wash dishes while the men sit around and start playing Pinochle.

When the kitchen is all cleaned up, Aunt Rose heads over to the bay window and motions for the four little cousins, ages two through seven, to come into the living room. “There goes Santa around the corner.”

With noses pressed against the window pain, we see fluffy, white snowflakes falling against the street lights, disappointed we missed him.

We believe with all our hearts though that he was there.

 

 

How about you? Do you have  a special memory of Christmas Past to share?

 

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

 

ANNOUNCEMENTS:  Congratulations to book winners, Joan Z Rough and Pat MacKinzie!  Joan is the winner of Kristen Lodge’s memoir, Continental Divide and Pat is the winner of Times They Were A-Changing: Women Remember the ’60s and ’70s anthology.

 

Next Week:

Monday, 12/23/13: “Christmas Blessings, 2013”

 

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Growing into Country: A Memoir Moment

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler

 

 “The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”
― Masanobu FukuokaThe One-Straw Revolution

 

A few weeks ago, two of my favorite memoir friends, Shirley Showalter and Carol Bodensteiner posted a blog swap where they exchanged their delightful stories of growing up country. Stop by Shirley’s and Carol’s blogs for a treat.

 

I delved into their stories and connected with my own. I didn’t grow up country, though I often daydreamed about living on a farm as a child. I’d envision running through the open fields and chasing chickens in the yard. I also enjoyed visiting my friend Dawn’s farm where I could pet the horses and watch the cows being milked.

 

And Grandpa DiCerbo came from a pig farm in Italy and although he never had his own farm in America, he grew the biggest, freshest tomatoes in his backyard. Often times those tomatoes helped pay the rent.

 

I love country music, square dancing, fresh vegetables from the garden and wild flowers.

 

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No, I didn’t grow up country but I married a farmer-at-heart who left corporate America, and upon retirement began working the land his father and grandfather before him had raised dairy cattle on.

 

The farmer and his wife.

 

Here’s an excerpt from an essay I wrote:

 

Summer Fields

 

            My husband Wayne grows organic vegetables, herbs, berries and flowers on the 135-acre farm where his grandfather raised dairy cows. He has, for the most part, single-handedly cleared the land he worked on as a young boy. His four-acre garden is a work of art, teeming with the freshness of green produce, bursting with the vibrance of red and orange tomatoes and yellow squash, and sprinkled with the sweat of his labor.

 

            He nurtures all his produce from seeds, initially planting them in seed trays in our home in January. In March, he begins housing the seedlings in the greenhouse, manually regulating temperatures to promote survival with a space heater, bottles of hot water and  insulation panels.

 

            As soon as the springtime rains abate, he begins tilling the fields to promote permanent homes for all the tender new plants in the greenhouse. Using a crop rotation system, he systematically plants seeds in the greenhouse so the cycle of planting and harvesting continues throughout the fall.

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            Standing in a strawberry patch at 6 a.m. on a summer morning surely must be one of life’s greatest pleasures. Searching for the biggest, freshest berries to pick, I marvel at the miracle of new birth and growth. Some berries are deformed; some are over-ripe; and some are half-eaten. It seems as though the plumpest, juiciest ones are underneath them all, as if protected from the elements by caring kin. They are the prized ones. But, they are all beautiful in their varied stages of development.

 

They symbolize the cycle of life; the beauty of new birth; and the dignity of death.

 

These summer fields and all they bear are the fruits of my husband’s loving labor. From the moment he carefully plants the seeds in the trays in mid-January until he proudly displays his abundant array of fresh produce through the spring and summer, he has nurtured and promoted this predictable cycle of life. In living out this dream of connecting to his own roots, he has reached out to nurture the community he serves, and , in turn, has nurtured his own cycle of life.

 

My hat is off to my husband Wayne and to all farmers who are stewards of the land and give back to their communities.

 

Farmer's Market in actionPhoto from 2010-12-04

 

I may not have grown up country but I’ve grown into country and I love it!

 

 

How about you? Did you grow up country? If not, do you wish you had?

 

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

 

ANNOUNCEMENTS: 

Congratulations to Sonia Marsh and Mary C Gottschalk! Sonia is the winner of Theo Nestor’s book, Writing is My Drink and  Mary is the winner of Sara Connell’s book, Bringing in Finn.

 

This Week:

Thursday, 11/21: Book Tour and Giveaway for Survival Lessons by Alice Hoffman.

 

Next Week:

Monday, 11/25/13 Book Tour and Giveaway: A Life in the Day of a Lady Salesman  by Diana Cruze.

 

A Milestone in a Memoir Writer’s Journey: Are We There Yet?

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler

 

“We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.” Marcel Proust 

 

Life is a journey. Enjoy the ride
Photo Credit: Free Google Images-Life is a journey. Enjoy the ride

 

Are We There Yet?. . .

 

Those six hour car trips to Schenectady, New York to visit my Nana and Grandpa DiCerbo back in the 1950s usually started with my younger brother, Tom, asking, ten minutes into the trip,

 

“Are we there yet?”

 

To a five year old, time has little meaning and that question was repeated more than anyone else in the car cared to hear. Especially Dad who would calmly repeat,

 

“Not yet.”

 

I think of that memory as I wrap up the final edits of my first memoir. The journey has been a long one—four years—filled with potholes, detours, new discoveries and transformation.

 

The goal of publishing has always been a distant dream, probably like the goal of getting to Schenectady must have seemed to my five-year-old brother when we’d hop in the car to head east.

 

I knew I’d be happy to get there but I also knew it would be a long way to go.

 

So, I find myself at this juncture of memoir writer, soon-to-be memoir author and I look ahead with anticipation, excitement and a bit of trepidation. That’s my inner critic, Gertrude as I have decided to call her, trying to worm her way into my psyche.

 

I think I’ll put her in the backseat and leave her off at the next rest stop.

 

I have put my heart and soul into this memoir in hopes that others will feel inspired to learn from their mistakes and grow in new ways. I want to share my hope with others through my story.

 

I believe in my story. I’m connected to its purpose. I’m ready to share it.

 

It has been put through the paces of three rounds of developmental editing, two rounds of beta readers and one round of copy editing,and, as a result, multiple rewrites.

 

It’s still not where I need it to be , but it’s closer than it’s ever been.

 

My hat is off to Dale Griffith Stamos for her deep-cut edits and encouragement in shaping my story;  to Susan Weidener for her in-depth insights and suggestions on my memoir’s takeaways; to Eve Gumpel for her detailed fine-tuning in helping me to polish my story; and for my ten loyal beta readers who offered amazing insights from a reader’s point of view on how to make my story better.

 

And a special thanks to all of YOU for your cheers and support along the way. . .

 

It really does take a village to write a memoir.

 

What started as a pile of vignettes written in Linda Joy Myers’ Spiritual Memoir Teleclasses (NAMW) over a four-year period became a “sh*#$” first draft and many workshops and rewrites later morphed into a story only I can tell. Thanks for showing me the map and putting fuel in my tank, Linda Joy!

 

Literary agent Janet Reid, known for her no-nonsense approach, advises in this post:

 

“Good enough is not the standard you want to aspire to” noting she looks for writers who”sweat every word, sentence, paragraph and page.”

 

In other words, write it until it’s right!

 

So I’ve made it to this point. I’ve started the query process with small publishers.

 

I will keep you posted along the way.

 

And we did make it to Schenectady to enjoy wonderful family visits. The long trip was worth it, though uncomfortable and tedious at times.

 

Pretty much like writing a memoir.

 

 

How about you? How has your (memoir) writer’s journey been?

 

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

 

 

 

ANNOUNCEMENT: Congratulations, Dorothy Sanders! You are the lucky winner of Marion Witte’s memoir, Little Madhouse on the Prairie.

 

 This Week:

 

Tuesday, 11/5/13: I’m over at Cate Russell Cole’s CommuniCATE  blog with a post on “Releasing the Creative Genius Within.” Hope you’ll stop by there , too!

 

Thursday, 11/7/13: “The Face of Abuse: Shall I Stay or Shall I Go? by Memoir Author Wanda S. Maxey

 

 

 

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.

Memoir Writing Tips by Denis Ledoux: Establish Your Setting

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler with Denis Ledoux/@DenisLedoux

 

“Rule one: Write about settings you’re familiar with.”  Jeffery Deaver

 

This is the third session in a series of Memoir Writing Tips by  Memoir Author and  Teacher Denis Ledoux in preparation for “The Memoir Network’s “November is Lifewriting Month .” Today’s topic is Establishing Your Setting.  Here are :Session One on Action and Session Two on Character Description.

 

Welcome back , Denis!

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Denis Ledoux, Author, Teacher, Editor

 

Every story needs a believable setting. Setting will both put your characters in their context and make them seem real.

 

The setting is both where and when your story occurs. The where is the place in which the story occurs. It includes interiors and exteriors of buildings, the landscape, and the political demarcations (town, county, country, etc.). The when includes the calendar time as well as the history of the characters and of their community (family, group, nation, etc.). Setting, like character, is also best established with ample sense-oriented details.

 

Always place your story in a recognizable setting. That is, use descriptive writing to show us where your story occurs! Let us see the double Cape, with its faded red paint and two dormers directly above the downstairs windows. Give us a view of the living room inside, to the left of the front entrance, where you were sitting in one of the stuffed wing-backed chairs. Let us notice you passing your finger over the worn arm rest as you come to a frayed upholstery cord and thoughtlessly pull it. Point out the full-leafed maples and oaks (not just generic trees) outside the clear window next to your chair and hear the car that is crunching stones in the driveway. Let us taste the pastries–cobblers and brownies and molasses cookies–that you are being served on large oval china that belonged to the grandmother of your hostess.

 

Without the sort of tangible physical setting provided in the paragraph above, your story remains an ethereal piece–inhabited by phantoms in a conceptual space. You story needs to have a sense of place that is very real. Descriptive writing full of sensory details will do that.

 

Your character also inhabits intangible settings that are not physical. Writers must pay attention to these spiritual, historical, cultural, and economic settings in order to effectively convey full characters! What is your character’s cultural community: Yankee, Jewish, Lithuanian, African, or Chinese? Show us how the person interacts with this background. We need to know about the person’s economic status: is she the wife of an upper-income lawyer or a single woman who works as a secretary at a hardware store in a small town; is he the third son and sixth and last child of a mill worker and a store clerk or the only child of a heart surgeon father and corporate lawyer mother? Is your character the first person in her family to graduate from high school? The reader needs to know the education levels, religious affiliations, and spiritual affinities of the people you are writing about. Your characters will otherwise remain stick figures without any contexts–or, to use another image, fish out of water.

 

In short, as part of the setting, we need to know the entire context that surrounds your character. These include: physical, intellectual, spiritual, cultural, economic, educational, professional, occupational, personal and public. These aspects of your characters must be explored through descriptive writing.

 

The setting is a very important aspect of your lifestory. It can change your story from a parochial one that is of interest only to family and friends to a universal story that becomes the voice of a generation and of an shared experience.

 

Good luck writing!

 

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Thank you Denis for showing us how descriptive writing about where and when our stories take place can help our stories become “the voice of a generation and of a shared experience.” Your specific examples are very useful.

Author Bio: Every November, Denis offers November is Lifewriting Month. NILM provides writing prompts via e-mail, free tele-classes on memoir-writing techniques and many surprise memoir gifts. Denis is the author of the classic Turning Memories into Memoirs/A Handbook for Writing Lifestories. Most recently , he completed his mother’s memoir, We Were Not Spoiled, and his uncle’s, Business Boy to Business Man. Denis is currently working on a book about “writing with passion.” Jumpstart materials are also available for writers wishing to be memoir professionals in their communities.

 

How about you? Do you have questions for Denis on how to incorporate setting into your writing?

 

Denis has generously offered to give away the Memoir Start-up Package at the end of the series to a commenter whose name will be selected in a random drawing.

 

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The Memoir Start-up package

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

 

 

Next Week:

 

Monday, 10/21/13:  “WOW! Women on Writing Book Tour  and Giveaway with Memoir Author Toni Piccinini on The Goodbye Years: “The Messy Middle””

 

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

 

Friday, 10/25/13: Session Four of “Memoir Writing Tips by Memoir Author, Teacher and Editor Denis Ledoux: Conveying Theme Effectively.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How a Chance Encounter Sealed My Reason for Writing Blush a “Real-Life Plain Life” Story by Shirley Showalter

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler with Shirley Showalter/@shirleyhs

 

” We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow man.” Herman Melville

 

I am thrilled to feature Shirley Showalter in this guest post on her new memoir, Blush: A Mennonite Girl Meets a Glittering World. Shirley and I met online several years ago and have been following each other ever since. Her blog is an excellent writing resource as a well as a source of ongoing inspiration and motivation for writers.

 

 

On June 4, 2013,  100 days before her book publication,she launched “The 100-day Challenge”, inviting her readers to participate in a “New Beginnings Challenge” where we shared a new beginning we had experienced each day. In doing so , she led us all gently , yet enthusiastically by the hand into her own personal journey to publication.

 

My reviews of Blush can be found on Amazon and Goodreads

 

 

 

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 Excerpt of Book Description from the back cover:

“Little Shirley Hershey grew up in  a plain Mennonite home, yet she was named for a movie star. With her nose pressed to the window of the glittering world, she felt intensely the gap that existed in the 1950s and 60s between Mennonites and the larger world. This is a story of how a rosy-cheeked, barefoot Mennonite farm girl prepared to enter the glittering world and learned to do it on her own terms.”

 

Welcome , Shirley!

 

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Memoir Author Shirley Showalter

 

 

A Chance Encounter…

 

Do you believe in divine providence? Or in destiny?

 

Here’s an author/reader story that confirms my belief in both.

 

My husband picked a surprise destination for our 44th wedding anniversary: Tangier Island. To get there, we traveled by boat—the Chesapeake Breeze ferry. By chance we met another couple. Eventually the topic of my book entered the conversation.

 

Shirley’s husband Stuart waits to board the Chesapeake Breeze. He had the romantic idea of planning a surprise. “Pack your bags. We’re going to celebrate” was his only instruction.

 

I discovered that the woman in our shipmate couple loved to travel to Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, the setting for most Amish and Mennonite romances, and that she was one of the millions of readers of fiction depicting this subculture. Like many of those readers, she identified herself as an evangelical Christian.

 

I was very excited to meet her, because I wanted to know if the interest in Anabaptist (a term that includes both Amish and Mennonite) fiction translates into an interest in Anabaptist memoir. In my new friend’s case it did! She has ordered two copies of Blush, and I plan to autograph them before my publisher sends them to her. She should have them by the time you read this story.

 

Background: I had read my first Amish romance novel as I prepared to launch my childhood memoir Blush: A Mennonite Girl Meets a Glittering World.

 

I chose Harvest of Hearts by Laura V. Hilton. The plot consists of a romance between a “drop-dead-gorgeous Amish man” Matthew Yoder and an Amish girl runaway Shanna Stoltzfus, who has to eventually choose where her true home is.

 

I chose this book because the Amish Fiction Group on Goodreads made it their selection. In my own youth I enjoyed Christian fiction, especially romance, so I understand the appeal of a love story that confirms one’s own belief system yet offers an intriguing window into a different culture – and enough conflict to make the pulse quicken.

 

In the year 2012 there were 85 Amish romances published, most of them to an excited, loyal readership. Valerie Weaver Zercher’s book Thrill of the Chaste explains the amazing growth of this publishing phenomenon. I carried Amish memoirist Saloma Miller Furlong’s review of this book on my blog, and a stimulating conversation ensued.

 

One of the many reasons I wrote Blush is that for a long time I felt a connection between the story of my childhood and the longing that brings tourists to Lancaster County (and to a half dozen other Mennonite and Amish communities, mostly in the East and Midwest). I described that longing as an element of finding my own voice as a writer in this post on Susan Weidener’s blog:

Writing to Find Authentic Voice

 

Now here’s the truly amazing part of this story. I was taking a course from marketing expert Dan Blank: Master Class :Roadmap to Readers at the time of this trip to Tangier Island. He had asked all of us writers to describe our ideal reader.

I had just constructed this picture of “Rachel,” my ideal reader.

 

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“Rachel”, my ideal reader

 

 

Now, here in front of me was a “Rachel.” She was a woman I knew I would enjoy getting to know better. As she reads and responds to my memoir, this is what I hope to learn:

 

  • Where were you moved, inspired, challenged as you read?

 

  • Who else might enjoy this book?

 

  • Where do those people congregate?

 

  • Will you help me connect with them?

 

 

Was meeting “Rachel” on the boat to Tangier a chance encounter or was it God having fun, stirring up a few waves in the Chesapeake?

 

You decide.

 

I know what my answer is.

 

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Author Bio: Shirley Hershey Showalter grew up on a Mennonite family farm near Lititz, Pennsylvania. The first person in her family to go to college, she eventually became the first woman president of Goshen College in Indiana. After six years as an executive at the Fetzer Institute, Kalamazoo, Michigan, she became a full-time writer living in Harrisonburg, Virginia.

 

Shirley can be reached at:

Twitter @Shirleyhs.

Her Facebook fan page : https://www.facebook.com/ShirleyHersheyShowalter.

Her Google + profile is here: https://plus.google.com/u/0/117720879252864367816/about

Her website

Amazon ordering link

 

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Thank you Shirley for transporting us into your publishing journey as well as into your “real -life plain life.” You have shown us how connecting with your purpose for writing helped you find your readers.

 

 

 

How about you? Who is your ideal reader? Have you ever had a chance encounter that changed your life as a writer? Do tell!

 

Shirley has graciously offered to give away a copy of Blush  to a commenter whose name will be selected in a random drawing.

 

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

 

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Stay Tuned: Every  Friday in October Memoir Author, Coach, Editor Denis Ledoux of  The Memoir Network will present  four posts on Memoir Writing Tips in preparation for “November is Life Writing Month”

10/4:   Action is Essential in Memoir Writing

10/11: Describing Characters in Memoir Can Be Easy

10/18: Establish Your Setting

10/25: Conveying Theme Effectively

 

Denis has generously offered to give away his Memoir Starter Package at the end of the series to a commenter whose name will be selected in a random drawing.

 

Next Week:

Monday, October 7:  I will be participating in The Memoir Network Blog Carnival with “What Memoir Writers Have in Common with Sculptors.”

 

Wednesday, October 9: Memoir Author Paige Strickland will discuss ” How I Found my Memoir While Searching For My Roots” in conjunction with the release of her memoir, Akin to the Truth: A Memoir of Adoption and Identity.

 

Friday, October 11: Memoir Writing Tips byDenis Ledoux as above.

 

Lessons From A Dancing Life: An Interview with Memoir Author Sheila K.Collins

Posted by Kathleen Pooler/@kathypooler with Sheila K.Collins/@SheilaKCollins

 

“One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star”  Friedrich Nietzche, Philosopher

 

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DWE- logo from Sheila’s website

I am very pleased to feature Memoir Author Sheila K. Collins in this interview about her newly released memoir, Warrior Mother: Fierce Love, Unbearable Loss and Rituals that Heal. Sheila and I met when her literary publicist Stephanie Barko contacted me to review and participate in the launch of Warrior Mother. A lucky commenter whose name will be selected in a random drawing will receive a copy of her memoir.

Warrior Mother is the true story of a mother’s fierce love and determination, and her willingness to go outside the bounds of ordinary when two of her three adult children are diagnosed with and succumb to life-threatening diseases. My reviews can be found on Amazon and Goodreads.

Sheila calls herself a “dancing social worker who practices finding the words to write about it all” Her mission is to encourage, inspire and enliven women to dance with everything.
Here is The Warrior Mother book trailer:

We will explore how dancing helped her to write her memoir and how writing her memoir helped her to heal from the unfathomable losses of her two adult children.

Welcome, Sheila!

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Author and Dancer Sheila K Collins

 

KP:  You have developed a unique way of achieving peace and healing in your life through your dancing rituals. In Warrior Mother you show how these rituals helped you to heal. When did you discover dancing to be a pathway to healing?

SC: It seems I’ve always known that dancing put me in a more centered and grounded place. Even my children noticed, when they were small that when I came back home from a dance class or performance, I was happier and so glad to see them. If I would get out of sorts or impatient they would sometimes remind me, “It’s time for you to go dancing again Mom.”

 

KP:  In your preface, you share how you made a conscious decision to step back into the pain of losing two of your three adult children to horrific diseases. What made you decide to tell your story?

 

SC: When I was a professor of social work, I designed the health care curriculum and my students did field placements in hospitals and other health care setting.  As a therapist for thirty years I helped many families deal with the pain of major diagnoses, illness and loss. So I was familiar with the professional literature on these topics. But when it was happening to me, and members of my own family, there was so much I didn’t know, so much that no one speaks or writes about. I was determined to deal with some of those themes, to tell those stories. Also, my daughter intended to tell her story. “When this is all over,” she would say, “I will speak about this and about what God has done for me.” Since she wasn’t able to tell her story, I felt it was even more important for me to write my version of what happened to us: the tough parts, the funny parts, and the amazing grace that gave us the strength to live fully through it all.

 

 

KP: As you state on your website, you “use dancing as a metaphor and a vehicle” for dealing with the stressors of life and for living life fully. Please share how dancing helped you face and endure the devastating illnesses and losses of your two adult children, Ken and Corinne.

SC: Well, first there is the metaphor. I asked myself, what makes it a dance instead of just a bunch of movements, a series of calisthenics? It’s the transitions that tie one movement into the next, creating a flow, a sense of connection and inevitability. A dancer puts her whole self into the movement, without resistance, and becomes one with the dance. Relating that to my experiences with my two children through their illnesses and deaths, as a dancer I knew to stay present in my body, feel the resistance and the pain, and then as soon as possible, to say yes to what life was demanding of me. Also a big part of my story tells about being held up by the love and support of others. As a former member of the chorus, or corps de ballet, I learned early, I’m just one small part of any performance piece. It’s how it all fits together that makes the dance, that makes the work art.

 

 

KP: You call yourself “a dancing social worker” which, to me, means you are combining your many skills to face life’s challenges. How has being in the health care field as a social worker impacted—positively or negatively– your ability to deal with your painful losses?

SC: Sometimes being in the health care field can make things harder because you have higher expectations than the general public. My daughter was a physical therapist and as such, she was a cheerleader for her patients. She always encouraged them and never wanted anyone to take their hope away. She was shocked to see that some physicians didn’t subscribe to that philosophy. I had my own issue with the hospital social worker who handed us a five  page list of apartments to lease when Corinne’s treatment required us to spend the summer in Houston. We could have gotten that from the phone book, so of course I thought she should have taken more time to actually help us find a place. My mother, who was a nurse, always felt that nurses and doctors make terrible patients or family members of patients, because they know two much about how things can go wrong with a particular treatment. But now with the Internet, we can all read about all the things that can go wrong, along with the things that can go right.     

 

KP: What are the main messages you want to convey to your readers in Warrior Mother?

SC: My daughter told her five-year-old son, when she had to explain to him about the loss of the twins she was carrying, that there are happy times and sad times. And that “the sad times are shorter and the happy times are longer.” I want people to know that they are connected. Just as happy events can come with stressful challenges, (a new baby, preparing for a wedding) so is the opposite the case, (going through an illness, dealing with death.) The tough stuff in my life also brought precious gifts I could never have imagined beforehand. The experience I wrote about in the book about being with my friend Rose in the hospital during the last fourteen days of her life turned out to be a sacred holy time. All those experiences were useful later to help get me through my experiences with my children; the dancing, singing, storytelling, meditating rituals, and the support and sharing of community.

 

 

KP: In the afterword, you state that you feel you were able to share more special times with your adult children due to their illnesses than if they had been healthy and busy in their own lives. This strikes me as being an incredibly brave and positive attitude to attain. How have you been able to maintain your positive attitude?

SC: I feel I am responsible for my own happiness. If my children where still here in this life I would not want them to worry about me or feel obligated to take care of me. And after seeing how hard my children each fought for the chance to have more life, I don’t want to dishonor them by moping around in self pity, wasting the additional years of life I’ve been given. I think more about what there is left to do. On the anniversaries of my children’s birthdays, or death days, I think of what I can do to honor their lives and remember them. Perhaps do something they might have done if they were here, like teach teenage kids about HIV/AIDS so other families don’t have to go through what we did.  

 

 

KP: Do you have any final thoughts about Warrior Mother or about the memoir writing process you’d like to share?

SC: I have had the practice of keeping a journal for many years and I’ve always recommended journaling to clients as well. Journaling helps to get the emotions and thoughts outside of oneself, to objectify the experiences. This is definitely therapeutic because continuing to carry reactions in our bodies can lead to illness. But memoir writing, where you begin describing details for a reader, adds another layer, as does moving the story or singing it in front of witnesses. All of these are ways to get inside the story, to learn more about what it has to teach. I began what is now Warrior Mother by using the improvisational tools of InterPlay. I would start with a scene or a single memory or even a sentence that someone said and, without checking my journal, I’d begin moving and talking, going with whatever remnants of the experience were still in my body. There were often discoveries or surprises as moving the story made connections I hadn’t been aware of initially. Then I would write these short snippets down.  When I shared some of these with Marc Neison, the man who is now my writing teacher he was most encouraging. I remember him advising me, “just keep doing what you’re doing.” He suggested I not go to my journals to check out details and facts too soon. And then, just as I got up to leave he said, “And keep the play in it.” That’s turned out to be the best writing advice eve

 

Here are two videos – one about InterPlay with my troupe:

 

and one, a TEDx presentation at the Andy Warhol Museum in 2010. 

 

 

Thank you, Sheila,  for sharing how you have combined your health care profession and love of dancing into  healing rituals  for yourself and others.

 

 

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Warrior Mother front cover

 

Warrior Mother can be ordered from Amazon, from She Writes Press or from the author’s website.

 

Author Bio and Contact Information: 

Sheila K. Collins, PhD has been a dancer, social worker, university professor, clinic director, writer, and improvisational performance artist. She currently directs the Wing & A Prayer Pittsburgh Players, an InterPlay-based improvisational performance troupe that assists human service agencies in serving noble purposes in the Pittsburgh community.

Sheila has written about the power of play, dance, and the expressive arts in her book, Stillpoint: The Dance of Selfcaring, Selfhealing, a playbook for people who do caring work and on her blog, Dancing With Everything which is on her website, sheilakcollins.com.

– See more here

Twitter @SheilaKCollins

Facebook: Dancing with Everything

 

How about you? Have you discovered your own pathway to healing?

 

Sheila will give away a copy of Warrior Mother: Fierce Love, Unbearable Loss and Rituals That Heal to a commenter whose name will be selected in a random drawing.

 

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Congratulations Janet Givens!  Your name was selected in a random drawing to receive a copy of Cheryl Stahe’s book,Slices of Life: The Art and Craft of Memoir Writing.

Congratulations Louise Carlini! Your name was selected to receive A Southern Place by Elaine Drennon Little.

 

 

Next Week: Memoir Writer Sherrey Meyer will discuss: ” How to Review a Book in Eight Easy Steps”