Remembering My Love of Memoir

It’s 7:29 am and I’m waiting for Ana to pick me up to take us to school. I also just finished Marshfield Dreams by Ralph Fletcher and I feel like I’m floating.

What a fantastic book. I read it quickly, within a couple of nights curled up in bed and this morning while eating my yogurt with fruit and homemade granola. Ralph’s stories of his childhood in Marshfield made me laugh, smile, and gasp from sudden surprise. He writes in such a clear, easy way, that you almost don’t realize when you’ve gotten to a poignant moment until you’re in it, and then — shuuup — quick inhale of breath, and a slow breathing out as you savor the mixture of beauty and sadness.

Something else this book did was make me feel that I can write anything. I can’t wait to share this book (and any writing inspired by it!) with the world.

So, thank you, Ralph.