Writing ‘in-tense’ Memories
By Carol Clouse
I remember when I was only seven years old and my grandmother took me to the park. There was a gentle stream with green headed ducks, and we would feed them bread. I toss pieces out into the water, and watch them float briefly until a duck plunges into the water and smacks his bills and swallows my soggy duck treat. They fight over the morsels, as wings flap and flutter. And this…Continue
Threading Your Needle
by Carol Clouse
My story isn’t about architecture any more than it is about dogs. Yet these are two of the colorful threads that have been sewn into my memoir tapestry, weaving a connected tale that the reader can then unravel.
You know you have a story, but telling it can be another matter. There are all sorts of colors and colorful characters. There are all types of textures,…Continue