Am in the midst of a class on memoir writing.
Revisiting GIFTS IN WHITE PAPER, my memoir about the one hundred and twenty-five love letters I found that my parents wrote to each other while separated by WWII.
My pitch: I met my parents for the first time after they died. I'm dipping my heart back in. What a wonderful story theirs is to tell.
I'm about half way there, not ready to exhale yet, and I'm getting help from two of the best writers and editors that exist. Feels good to back to first person.