The long awaited, anticipated, and multiple other -ted’s…Chapter 10 of my Memoir, The Underage Traveler. Jeez, this one was like giving birth.
“Like you’d know!” my wife would accuse. 12 more words
Rachel lay curled up in bed clutching a weathered yellow afghan that must to her signify comfort, security and warmth. Her left thumb is perched instinctively inside the corner of her mouth, as if one slight oral fixation might for a moment wash away all the worldly cares and fears seven and a half years of life had given her. 375 more words
Bill Honaker begins his Vietnam War memoir by telling us what he is not going to tell: “I have deliberately left out some of the events I experienced,” he says, “in part because I could not capture in words what I saw in my mind’s eye and translate into an acceptable fashion, and partly because some things were just too gruesome to try to explain.” Regardless of the self-censoring, the information Honaker imparts in… 330 more words