It’s All Debbie Johnson’s Fault

We were both in Mr. Cohen’s 5th grade class, and had been best friends since third grade. I loved sleeping over at her house. Mrs. Johnson was the only single mother in our neighborhood, and though she worked all week, on the weekends she made us feel like the most important people she knew. She left … Read more

What a Difference a Day Makes – Some Thoughts on Memoir

This summer I am teaching another in a series of memoir workshops. My approach in this class is somewhat different from previous classes. Instead of offering a number of writing prompts and approaches for initiating the story lines, I asked the participants to determine a thread or theme for the entire 6 weeks, creating the … Read more