It has been a while since I've written memoir posts, but whenever I have, readers have seemed to enjoy going back in time with me.
Over Thanksgiving weekend I pulled my box of journals out of storage to try to find the description of a particular Autumn day I was sure I had captured in writing. I couldn't find it, but I read instead about the time of Mum's stroke in 2003, and the months following. I have written about some of it before in smidges, but I'm going to try to pull a little more detail out of the journal in a series of upcoming posts.
Just wanted to let you know where I'm headed. Coming along? :)