Monthly Archives: June 2023

Memoir is supposed to be absolutely true, and yet sometimes it is necessary to change details to protect the innocent and guilty alike. The question that often comes up is just how much do we change? When does the blurring … Continue reading →

It’s been 40 years since I left boarding school, and yet the effects linger. I am unsure of myself, don’t particularly like groups of people, or rules for that matter. I hate that I comply almost always. I’m told to … Continue reading →

The quandary of using real names, dates, places in memoir. Oh, what to do, what to do? Originally, I was going to go full bore headlong into publishing my memoir without a thought to the people in it. Why? Because … Continue reading →

April, 1984. A friend, Charlie we’ll call him, and I were on our way to the Silver Dollar Saloon to meet up with the love of my life at the time Jane, we’ll call her and another friend, Buck we’ll … Continue reading →

When Pink Floyd’s The Wall came out in November 1979, I didn’t like it. Thought it was too disco-like from what little I’d heard on the radio. “We don’t need no education, we don’t need no thought control” were the … Continue reading →