I’ve thought and thought about how to go about writing my memoir. I could just start at the beginning and include everything I can remember–good or bad. That would be depressing…and embarrassing. I could outline the highlights of my life–only the good. That would be a lie…and boring. I could share all the turning points of my life. That would be possibly interesting although, again, some would be very sad (and shameful). I could write my memoir based on the places I’ve lived—one after the other. That might work. It could be tedious. I could write about each of the “chapters” in my life. You know, there would be seasons of sameness until something happened and a new era began–for better or for worse. Some of those season are best forgotten. Until I figure it all out, I’m writing about the good memories I have of people–mostly friends–but some are family. That may get me by for a while. Telling about my life by friendships and good memories of people is at least a start. We shall see!