I am a fifty-two-year-old student, writer, nurse, wife, mother, weekend warrior, work-in-progress.
Profile under construction :).
My creativity is fueled by situations that enlighten, inspire, frustrate, and anger me. Unless I feel passionately about the subject matter, anything I write is forced and flat. I endeavor to examine and express the dynamics, rhythm and beauty of relationships.
Ernest J. Gaines
Laura, thanks (belatedly) for your kind remarks on The Crack. I'm finding one of the exciting aspects of Fictionaut is the inspiration I get from reading others. This memory popped into the forefront after probably decades in my mind's archives while I was reading Barry Basden's wonderful piece "White Cliffs", about when he recognized WWII had swallowed his father.
Enjoyed your comment on Conversation. I don't get it is a killer.
And I love your personal essay.
Thanks for your wonderful note on lithium. It's true about nurses. They really run the place.
Thanks, Laura for reading "“A good man deserves a good woman"...Luckily, the story is not about me but I did hear this sentiment as a child.
Thanks again, Laura, for reading my work. And I'm glad Aunt Madge touched you, too. She did live her life her way.
Thanks, Laura, for your kind and insightful comments about 'Benny Goodman...' I have the utmost respect for those who care for our loved ones.
Lucinda, thanks for the kind words. I just found this comment tonight! Your encouragement of He Loved Her, and recommendation that I stick to memoir, was helpful. I hadn't thought about my writing that way. Memoirs are for women like Coco Chanel... not me! Following your compliments on my "voice", I spent some time researching exactly what voice is; I am flattered that I have it in your opinion. You inspire me to keep trying.
I love your bio here! Thinking of using this as a non-fiction piece. Plenty of places like creative non-fiction. The voice here is great!
"Someone once told me that we are born with our eyes tightly closed, crying, with clenched fists, and that we die with our eyes open, relaxed, and with our palms open. It figures, doesn’t it, that acceptance is our final act. " GREAT!
Thank you so much for reading and commenting on Always a Story, Laura. :)