How To Discover the Power of Memoir to Heal and Enable You to Thrive

My memoir, Mommy №13. Photo courtesy of the Author.

For years I wrote. Legal briefs, memoranda, and lists. Lots of lists, lists of things to do of top priority, and things to do of low priority. Grocery lists, goal lists, lists of work projects. And, yes, more legal briefs and memoranda.

Eight years ago I began to write for personal satisfaction, to write creatively.

I wrote about my wife Ingrid and my bicycle trip to Norway. I wrote about my rainbow family. I have three adopted children, all of different ethnicities, from different agencies, and from different countries.

I never polished a chapter, let alone finished a book. A thousand words here, a thousand words there. Between children, the law, mushing dogs, a long commute, and a loving partner now wife, that was all I made time for.

After my eldest son ghosted me and the rest of the family, my words to paper, literally to paper as I used a notebook and a pen, increased.

Immediately I knew the name of this missive, Mommy №13.

I began not to write for pleasure, but to write because I had a story to tell.

At first, I didn’t know where it would take me. In time, an expected purpose surfaced. It would take me to a place of healing. It watered the drought of my soul. It would…