What’s Your Story?
So you’ve decided to write your memoir. Congratulations! Remember, a memoir is not the same thing as an autobiography. You are not going to start on the day you were born and keep going from there
So you’ve decided to write your memoir. Congratulations! Remember, a memoir is not the same thing as an autobiography. You are not going to start on the day you were born and keep going from there
An artist does not start in the upper left-hand corner and then work from left to right, finishing each square inch as she goes. Just as you can work on any part of your story
You see, the psychology of persuasive behavior has been around for centuries, we’ve just never had a technology for it. So we really can’t cast blame on the big tech industries for the divide in our country.
I nodded yes. In the next few months, my life went from black and white to color. How Mrs. Going taught me is a mystery. What I remember are amazement and delight. Everything talked to me! Some signs told you where to go!
Teachers shoo their students into classrooms. The hallway empties, except for a few usual suspects. A gorgeous young man and his two infatuated followers linger, deep in conversation.
She opened the rear door, threw down the ladder and climbed out of the plane into a ridiculously cold minus fourteen degrees. She looked at her surroundings. A beautiful DC-3 sat in one corner of the ramp.
Aah. Rachel had another meltdown. I picked up the lime-colored pieces and clicked them together. “See—when you put these pieces together they have the same shape as California. And this black dot stands for Los Angeles.
After I messed things up for myself by abandoning a perfectly good husband and thereby walking away from a primo apartment on the Upper West Side, and oh-by-the-way losing…
They say I might see a truck with hunting dogs and a dead pig or two tied to the vehicle. But there’s no sign of life – no cars, no people, no buildings. Just the big, black boar with white tusks off in the distance. I say a little prayer.
Like so many people in his situation, Walter realized that every day of life, good or bad, is a wonderful gift. It is like an immense punch-card, each day leaving our life-cards a day closer to the time when all the punches are gone.