by Heather Diamond | Mar 15, 2019 | Blog, Writing
Sometimes my memoir writing seems like a chain of encounters with ditched selves who keep showing up. Of course it is me who sent out the invitations. Me who set the table and prepared the food. Why then do I find myself wanting to hide in the broom closet or under...
by Heather Diamond | Jan 25, 2019 | Writing
To explore my past, I have to provide my own guideline. With it, I must tie myself to the pillar of the present before I start traipsing around twists and turns in the dark. At the end of the writing day, I have to hand over hand reel myself back to my present self.
by Heather Diamond | Dec 8, 2018 | Writing
In the process of writing my memoir, I have discovered that my memory is a funhouse full of trap-doors, hidden passageways, wavy mirrors, and locked doors. For example, last night I went out to dinner with three women I met during my husband’s sabbatical year in Hong...
