I am in an abusive relationship again. This morning was the first time it occurred to me to label it as such. Not a lover or husband, or friend, but the memoir. My own. A book I have been writing—too embarrassed to confess for how many years. And like one of these kinds of relationships, it’s been on again off again. I have finished a tweaked and polished draft, some of it quite good but there seems to be a problem. So, the other day I’m sitting in C’ville Coffee with Susan, Mitzi, and Nancy. … Continue reading Once Upon A Memoir by Trudy Hale →