I’ve never looked at the park in the same light. Maybe it’s irrational, but my heart sees the property as soiled or sacred. My husband mentioned that every time we pass by, I murmur, “That’s where my friend was kidnapped by a serial killer.”
Today I am verklempt. My memoir is officially published and available for purchase in both print and electronic formats. I know each chapter by heart, and have flayed myself open for the reading public. I am most proud of the last chapter, “Girl on the Right Defined,” as it is the culmination of the previous…… Continue reading Flayed for Readers: A Memoir of Surpassing Survival
I feel like a twelve-year-old girl deciding which classmates to invite to a birthday sleepover.
What I came to realize is that names are irrelevant. Identifying my friends and family members would detract from my story, and it is my story.
While my friends and41xeub1r5bl colleagues are all atwitter about flowers and candy, date night and all things mushy, I sit in silent grief. I’m used to it now, after so many years, but it doesn’t get easier.
So many friends and fans have been anxiously awaiting my book baby. Nobody has waiting longer than me. It had to be the right time, and I had to be in the right place and frame of mind to do it right.
A snapshot of a budding romance during my nineteenth summer, it was unexpected and raw – a friendship set on fire. But like things that catch fire, they burn out eventually. We made it a good year before ashes set in.