A new piece of work has begun. Through it I’m hoping, fingers crossed, I’ll get back to my other project, which is bogged down. So I’ve decided to approach it from a different direction, that of the truth. Memoir. How do I remember the past and what do those memories mean to the present and the future? And by writing my own experiences, will that allow me to go into an imaginary world, so the reader will read it as truth? Who knows? Why not? Can’t hurt. Could be fun.
I get to go back and revisit my friends...and when I first met them...how we met...why we became close. I get to write about Peg, who I miss, so this will be a way to see her again. Courtney, whose spirit helped me to adjust to living here. And Patti, charging through everything with kids and dogs always at her heels. Kathy, her heart so much bigger than she is, she doesn’t always know how to deal with it. And Rory, so sure of herself, so full of life, before the awful teenage years dragged us all down. Maybe she’ll read it when it’s done and laugh at the full circle she’s completed, now that she realizes we all suffered at that age. And Katelyn, Rachel, Quinn the great, Heather, sweet Holly and Kauri. Did I not mention any men? They weren’t a part of this. This story belongs to the women...our playgroup...my friends.....and to the food that brought us all together.