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How The Memoir Network Evolved

Denis Ledoux — Mon, 24 Aug 2020 16:56:49 +0000

The Memoir Network evolved with thought. Its services—which are necessary for the success of writers and of the Memoir Network—grew regularly over a decade. (more…)

Giving the Memoir Workshop Structure. Winging It Doesn’t Work

Denis Ledoux — Thu, 20 Aug 2020 11:00:19 +0000

The Curriculum Manual focuses on the memoir workshop structure. “Winging it” has a certain value at times, but structure always leads to faster learning. (more…)

My Love Story with Memoir Writing: How I Started to Teach Memoir Workshops

Denis Ledoux — Tue, 18 Aug 2020 11:00:10 +0000

I was asked to read from my autobiographical fiction to a group of foster grandparents. It was to prove how I started to teach memoir workshops. (more…)

Retiring to Memoir Writing: Justine Powell Kuntz

Justine Kuntz — Wed, 31 Jan 2018 10:55:29 +0000

Eight years ago as a retirement project for church, I introduced memoir writing… (more…)

The Spirit of Villarosa: A Father’s Extraordinary Adventures / A Son’s Challenge

Libby Atwater — Fri, 28 Oct 2016 16:01:27 +0000

Libby Atwater is a memoir writer and long supporter of The Memoir Network. It is our pleasure to share her excellent work with you. By Horace Dade Ashton and Marc Ashton with Libby J. Atwater When Marc Ashton was kidnapped at gunpoint in Haiti, he fought to survive. Accosted by four armed thugs, Marc realized […]

She Loves Her, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Christine Terp Madsen — Fri, 30 May 2014 17:45:09 +0000

Who were these Beatles, anyway? Everyone was screaming. Everyone, even Betsy, sitting next to me. Betsy was screaming her brains out. I stared at her in disbelief. But as I looked around Park Theater, the only movie theater in the Caldwells, the very green end-of-the-line little towns on the long boulevard that stretches from the […]

There Goes the Neighborhood, Part 1

Christine Terp Madsen — Fri, 09 Aug 2013 12:00:54 +0000

Gunnar was mowing his field. This was odd. He never mowed his field. He was making ever-tightening circles around the knobby acre, the sweet grass and raggedy weeds falling in neat windrows behind him. (more…)

Pudgy: A Childhood Memoir

Christine Terp Madsen — Fri, 02 Aug 2013 13:05:42 +0000

When I was ten, I ran away. I packed everything that was important into my sturdy cardboard suitcase. I left a note on the kitchen table warning my parents not to look for me at the high-tension wires, those metal electrical towers that marked the back border of our property and which were in fact […]

Childhood Memories: The Price of Happiness

Gillian Hewitt — Thu, 14 Feb 2013 01:27:45 +0000

In 1953, we left our one-bedroom basement apartment on 7th Street in New Toronto to live in the small town of Tottenham, Ontario. We moved into a three-bedroom flat above a hardware store. There was no central heat or hot water, but I thought it was a palace… (more…)

A Grandmother Story: Nothing Broken

Christine Terp Madsen — Thu, 04 Oct 2012 23:36:22 +0000

“Look at this,” my grandmother said. “Not a tooth broken.” We kids looked at the comb. We were not impressed. “I made this when I was 8 years old.” (more…)