About two years ago, my father started writing a memoir. Being an action-oriented man, it’s a straightforward autobiography, filled with dates, locations and people, laid out in a chronological order. Memories of the significant events that shaped his life. Continue reading “Who Will Read My Father’s Memoirs?”
On my 18th birthday I felt pretty bad. Even though everyone was telling me that it was a special date, and that I am supposed to be excited about it, I was confused, anxious and depressed.
I felt old. Continue reading “Being Young but Feeling Old”