The body is fragile, and the mind is taxed to remember details, storylines, and even the simplest things that once came to mind without effort.
We live in a world where too often people are glued to their screens, they’re not getting outside, taking a walk, just living, just observing, just listening to someone else. See that’s the joy of being a writer. All of that is part of your job description. And in the end, you’re making sense out of “one damn thing after another.”
“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” –Anaïs Nin
In difficult times it becomes hard not to feel overwhelmed which makes relishing life’s little triumphs sweeter.
The Ancestry journey has been an exercise in “and the memory returns.” My father said that the Weideners came to Philadelphia prior to the Revolutionary War. “Weidener with three e’s is the real German spelling,” he insisted, not the Weidner and Widener as some spell it.
Told with beauty and warmth, insight and style, And the Memory Returns captures a woman’s journey as she ages and finds healing and redemption.
No one said this business of being an author would be easy.