Memoir – Chapter 4 – Every Picture Tells a Story

I rushed around my kitchen. (One of those very few times you wish you were a more Martha-type person.) I assembled a tray: pitcher of iced organic green tea, two glasses, and napkins. What the heck—at the last second I added a plate of lemon CocoRoons—a nice hospitality flair. Not that I was trying to … Read more

Memoir – Chapter 3 – An Etymological and Psychological Predicament

Before I recount the Stockholm Syndrome situation, I have to shift into reverse chronologically in my story line. That’s the liberating quality about writing a memoir. You can write it any way you want. There’s no standard format. No MFA-approved guidelines. No how-to-get-it-published hard and fast rules. You can jump around time-wise and subject-wise willy … Read more

Memoir – Chapter 1 – A Strange Question

Prologue: My name is Twonkette McGillicuddy. I’m telling my story. I don’t need an alias. I’m telling the truth. I can be rebellious. Had to be. On account of the way I was born—a white middle child, in a middle class home, in the middle of suburbia, in the middle of the 1960s. But wait, … Read more

My Pal Buster: Thoughts on Creativity

I believe God created the universe—including people, too—and likewise gave us humans the ability to create. For me there is something mystical/cosmic/spiritual about creativity. Because creativity is my strong suit (as opposed to accounting, electrical engineering, or brain surgery), I’m always trying to figure it out and how to utilize it. I think creativity lives … Read more