To date, I’ve written about 15, 000 words in my memoir. In the end, the book will probably contain 60,000+ words, cover my three years at art school, and include several flashbacks. My one-woman show, which covers the same time period, takes 82-minutes to perform. This is why I marvel at the beauty, efficiency and master craftsmanship of the 4-minute montage scene in Pixar’s movie “Up,” which for some reason has been on my mind all week.
Last week, my husband and I traveled down to Boston, met some friends, and headed over to The Moth StorySLAM. The theme was Fathers, and happily, I got to tell my story about the Tricia Ball, a Christmas ornament Daddy made for me when I was very little and years later still brings great joy. Out of the 10 stories told that night, some were heart wrenching and some were hysterical, but most importantly, all of them were true.
I’m blessed for many reasons, and one of them is having my older brother Jimmy to whom I’m very close. And for almost as long as I have had Jimmy (aka Chopper), I have had his large pack of friends who have stood guard as my non-DNA brothers. This group includes Ricky, Dougie, Twomey, Charlie and until last week, at the too-young age of 56, Eddie.
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” — Albert Einstein
“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.” — Stephen King