First They Came for the Jews. They’re Still Coming.
Anti-refugee sentiment is wrong, whether aimed at the Jews during World War II or the Muslims today. Don’t believe anti-Semitism is a thing of the past, however.
Write Part of My Memoir in November, Day 20: Hacks and Flacks
In writing, as in life, sometimes the perfect is the enemy of the good.
Write Part of My Memoir in November, Day 19: The Present Is Postscript
With knowledge comes responsibility — and an urge to revise your manuscript. Stop me before I learn again.
Write Part of My Memoir In November, Day 18: My Dog & Marcel Proust
What do Marcel Proust, a small Tucson dog, and cold sesame noodles have in common? Read on.
Write Part of My Memoir in November, Day 17: The Logic of Memory
Logic, not the power of concentration or the poetry of free association, often helps me remember events from the past. What works for you?
Write Part of My Memoir in November, Day 16: Paris Edition
My own private Paris, from the fantasies I had about the city as a French-studying high school student to the realities of Friday’s violence.
WriPaMyMemNov, Day 15: When Imposter Syndrome Isn’t Imaginary
How I got my first travel writing assignment: An excerpt from Getting Naked for Money.
Write Part of My Memoir in November, Day 14: Writer as Serial Monogomist
Don’t call me a dilettante because I like to shift writing topics. I am, instead, a literary serial monogamist.
Write Part of My Memoir in November, Day 13: No Laurel Resting
Why can’t I just enjoy finishing a chapter? Why do I have to write the rest of my book? These are questions for which I know the answer, but I am required to ask.
Write Part of My Memoir in November, Day 12: Progress Report
When the going gets tough, the tough post statistics: 12 out of 16 chapters are more or less finished. And now I have a plug in to nag me.
Write Part of My Memoir in November, Day 11: Beware Those Family Stories
Those family stories you’re accustomed to hearing about yourself? They may not be true — or only partially. Check it out.
Write Part of My Memoir in November, Day 9: Confidence Game, Pt. 2
A semi-scatological contemplation of confidence, aging, and the bitchiness of karma.
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Patricia Armstrong
