For the past 16 years, I have visited and revisited my desire to write a memoir. Not necessarily to publish it; but, rather to honor my journey. I’ve tried multiple times to write my “life story” both before becoming a mom and after. I’ve tried to chronicle my life as a solo mama to cherish this fleeting and fragile experience.
But, none of them have stuck.
Driving the other day, an idea came to me; an idea that I think will be the answer to my struggles:
I plan to write 55 vignettes, one from each year of my life.
Obviously, some of these vignettes will be based on family stories, as I have a lot of gaps in my childhood memories, but I think I can piece together a story for each year of my life. I haven’t yet decided if I will work backward or forward, or if I will even write them sequentially. I think this answer will come once I start the project.
I’m hoping this experience will not only feed my cravings to write, but that it will also serve as a cathartic, therapeutic experience.
So, I plan to share each vignette as they come to me.