Memoir

The Weight of an Unpublished Manuscript

It has been nearly five years since I figuratively wrote those two magical words at the end of my unpublished manuscript: The End.  Since then it has sat, neglected, on the proverbial shelf that is my hard drive. The product of seven long years of toil and heartache, my manuscript remains unread, unseen… and unpublished. I remember when I first…

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Excerpt

excerpt of my memoir

It’s strange the things that stands out in one’s memory. I can remember the sun blazing down on the top of their car and how the stocky, mustached man and the petite, brown-haired woman squinted as they came to stand in front of our gate. It was a hot day. The man called out a greeting in Spanish. Nervously, my…

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