While I’m working on getting my novel, Whit’s End, published, I’d like to talk about memories. How do we remember certain times in our lives?
I had started out writing a book about my entire life. In the midst of it, I realized that it wasn’t so much an entire life that was memorable, but the smaller moments. You know, those moments we don’t really pay much attention to at the time, but when we look back, they’re the most precious times of our lives. So instead, I wrote four creative nonfiction short stories of some times that turned out to be most meaningful and put them in an anthology titled, Home Avenue.
In the story, Don’t Blink, there is a point where I was sitting at a table with my mom and had an enlightening moment. Okay, so we were at a table near St. Mark’s Square in Venice, but we weren’t on a sight seeing adventure. We just sat there together in a quiet moment. Of all the places I saw and things I experienced on that trip to Italy, the moment at the table with my mom stands out.
In that first story, Don’t Blink, I’m seventeen years old and on a tour-bus-guided trip to Italy with six female members of my family. The title comes from how quick that bus took us from city to city throughout the country. If you blinked, you might miss something. A lot of the memories from that trip all those years ago have faded away, but the heartwarming moments remain . . . as do the scary moments that had me shaking in my shoes.
Next time I’ll talk about the second story, Hope Lies in Meatballs.
Maybe these stories can trigger memories of those special moments in your lives. Click HERE or on the book cover to check out the memoir. It’s a quick and uplifting read. It’s only .99 cents, and if you read it, please leave a review.