“Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.”
Says Miss Prism in The Importance of Being Ernest by Oscar Wilde
My father-in-law is writing his memoirs and I can’t wait to read them!
“How do you remember all the places and names and details?” I asked him.
“You’d be surprised what comes to mind when you start digging around in the past. You open a drawer, look through a photo album, talk to an old friend, read a letter…” he replied.
Now I know what he means. Continue reading Memories
“Suppose there were a great big hollow sphere made of looking-glass and you were sitting inside. Where would it stop reflecting your face and begin reflecting your back? The more one thinks about this problem, the more puzzling it becomes.”
Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster
I have been writing for many years and I’ve loved it always, but every piece must be found, formulated and pulled out of me.
I’ve written a diary or a journal most of my life – always delightful to re-read. Though generally not a daily writer, I keep coming back.
Some entries are trivial: “I broke a nail!” (1991 school diary complete with nail stuck into the diary with sticky tape).
Some entires are tentative: “How do I begin?” (2013 catching up after a few months of not picking up my journal). Continue reading Everything has a beginning