The Case Files of Ordinary Life
This week, I found myself juggling roofing delays, flooring disputes, a package stranded in a warehouse, and a hole in my kitchen ceiling.
None of it was life-threatening.
All of it required persistence.
Phone calls.Documentation.Follow-up emails.Advocating for ourselves in ways no one ever prepares us for.
Somewhere in the middle of all of it, I realized that writing memoir asks something remarkably similar of us.
As memoir writers, we often become reluctant advocates for our own stories.
We dismiss memories as too ordinary.We assume no one would care.We deny our own claim before anyone else…
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