Mother’s Day mother memoirs and stories

Sharon Lippincott’s latest post on The Heart and Craft of Life Writing blog, links to a list of Flavorwire’s 10 best mother memoirs. Sadly (to me), almost none of them are about women who were good mothers who led their children to be well-adjusted, responsible, happy people. Sharon remarks that those stories would undoubtedly be boring, and she’s right. A good story has both conflict and conflicted, imperfect characters. The memoirs on the list may show horror mother (and father) stories, but they also tend to be inspiring as we watch the child live through a mess and come out of it with introspection, strength, and usually love for their very damaged parent(s). These memoirs definitely have a place in our personal libraries.

The “mis-mems” (misery memoirs) tend to get all the attention while the sweet memoirs tend to fall by the wayside or never get written. The sweet mother memoirs tend to be the “things-I-learned-from-my-mother-while-she-was-dying” sort—beautiful, but painful. You have to read Chicken Soup books to find a story that puts a happy smile on your face and warmth in your heart. Most of those have conflict, but usually of the common problem type we can all relate to and even laugh about.

Someone once asked me to review a manuscript she’d written about her mother. She wanted to publish it for the public as well as give it to her children so they would more fully know their wonderful grandmother and her lessons for life. It was a beautiful tribute to her mother, and a definite treasure to the family to pass along generations, but it was written to her children, not to strangers from many different parenting backgrounds. I tell this because perhaps the best mother stories are meant just for the family, where you can speak directly to your family about this real person in their lives and history and how they relate specifically to you and your family. Writing for public consumption is a different bird with a song written to sell to total strangers.

Most of Sharon’s Mother Memoir post is actually about our own mother-stories and is well worth a read. She just learned about Lynn Henriksen’s recently published Tell-Tale Souls: Writing the Mother Memoir. Henriksen’s blog post “How the Mother Memoir Came to Life” contains a gem of a question for those wanting to honor their mothers: “If you could tell just one small story that would capture your mother’s character and keep her spirit alive what would it be?”

What would yours be? And will you put it in writing to save forever?

If you know of any nice mother memoirs (besides Cherry Blossoms in Twilight!), leave a comment about it.

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Mashup: Ebooks, Writing-Publishing Resources, Harlem and the 2012 IPPY Awards

I knew what I was going to blog about for today, but forgot what it was. But, I have some news to tell anyway. First of all, I’m proud to say I finally turned Cherry Blossoms in Twilight into an ebook. It actually wasn’t too hard, but then I know MS Word pretty well. Cherry Blossoms is in the special Amazon Kindle Select program, which means people with Kindles who are Amazon Prime members (free, immediate shipping and special discount pricing) can “borrow” the Cherry ebook free, I think for a month.

After 90 days in this Select program I can offer the ebook free to anyone with any e-reader, or even none, for several days of my choosing. I will note the days here and on my social media accounts. The advantage to me of doing that is to hopefully gain more readers who might leave reviews. Hopefully decent reviews. If anyone wants to be nice to an author with a lesser known book, leave a pleasant online review on Amazon or B&N. No fake 5-star reviews because you’re a nice person, but real, probably 3-4-star reviews. I’ve seen where authors get bitten hard by a nasty review written by someone who was fooled by all the 5-star reviews by friends. Ouch!

The only problem with the Cherry ebook is that it is listed totally separate from the print book, so you have to search for it specially in the Kindle store. Undoubtedly this is due to the way the print book got into Amazon (not through Amazon) and not sure I can get that fixed. Here’s a link to the Cherry Blossoms in Twilight ebook. (Nook people, I’ve heard you can download Calibre for free or use another free mobi to e-pub converter to turn a Kindle e-book into a Nook ebook, but don’t ask me how.)

This brings me to a second bit of news. In case you haven’t noticed, there is a Resource page on this website with memoir-help links and explanatory articles relating to publishing. With so many people out there wondering what to do with their writing, I thought I’d share my knowledge and maybe save somebody some money and pain. Feel free to ask me questions via the Contact page here. There is also a good Facebook group led by Sonia Marsh called Gutsy Indie Publishers if you need help and support.

Next, I want to announce that my friend Terry Baker Mulligan, whose memoir, Sugar Hill: Where the Sun Rises Over Harlem, I profiled earlier here, won a gold Independent Publishers Book Award (IPPY) for her book in the multicultural nonfiction adult category. I am so proud of her, and think her historically colorful memoir deserves that gold. This is Terry’s debut book that took her about 35 years to finally finish. Don’t give up people, even Cherry Blossoms took 10 years to complete, and I did a second edition 2 years later. It’s never too late to be an author!

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Meadows filled with childhood memories

I often think how nice it’d be if I had kept a journal as a child. Sadly I don’t remember much detail of my childhood anymore, and it never occurred to me then to keep a journal. My own kids have some journals they’ve started and stopped;  they’re not that into it. Someday they’ll have a good time looking back on what they did write, though, and probably laugh a lot.

It’s easy for me to think my childhood was nothing special as nothing much memorable happened. But in my older age, now I want to remember those slow, idyllic times, partly because I see so few kids these days have that. In the “old days” many moms stayed home, and kids didn’t have all those activities so we stayed home and played outside a lot – all day in the summer. I think what I loved most was the meadow, as fellow blogger-writer Kristin Nador recently reminded me with her photos.

We lived next door to a meadow – adjoining undeveloped lots whose owners let them grow wild. They were full of floating white caps of Queen Anne’s lace, short waving foxtails, and yellow buttercups. In the warm summer sun, both white and red clover released intoxicating perfumes that attracted slow, fuzzy bumblebees and preoccupied humming honeybees with pollen-packed legs. A collection of butterflies skipped from bloom to bloom. It was heaven to a little girl.

Neighborhood kids tread a path through this meadow, and I loved to follow it to get to my friend’s house a few streets over. The wildness came waist high and hid singing grasshoppers that I stalked. My dad made an insect cage of wood and mesh – way before they were popular – where I kept crickets and delicate pale green grasshoppers that made so much noise in the house my mother complained. I caught swallowtails and hairstreaks, question marks and red admirals in a long-handled butterfly net my mother made.

Where have all the meadows gone? There are houses there now. The cornfields around the old neighborhood have been replaced with other subdivisions. The area farm fields one-by-one become McMansion neighborhoods. Where did all these people come from? And will their kids ever play in meadows?

Take a look at Kristin Nador’s post, Write Anywhere #36: In a field, and jot down a few memories of your own.

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