Live life ✔, Write ✔

I have a unique “memory” (as the term is used to describe the ability to remember things).  You know those kid’s games where the tiles lay face down and you have to collect pairs by remembering where they are in the array?  Yeah, I’m positively terrible at those.  But I can tell you which swimsuit I was wearing, what the sunscreen smelled like, and who was singing on the radio while I was playing at the beach on vacation the summer that I was 9 years old.   Some events - some whole MONTHS even - are lost in a fog.  The first half of a year that we lived in Ohio are completely lost to me, because I was physically displaced and still getting up several times a night with my 6-month-old, and really just “surviving” day-to-day.  I have zero recollection of my oldest nephew’s birthday party, which happened during that time, despite there being photo-graphic evidence of my attendance.  And certain memories that I dislike I have managed to bury deep ...

Dear readers, In order to devote more of my writing time to working on the 3 different books I’m neglecting badly, I’m going to reduce “Live Life, Write” to a twice monthly newsletter that will be released on the first and third Thursdays of each month.  At some point in the future it may go back to a weekly schedule, but in the meantime I have some books to get out (namely, the third installment of the Stanton Sisters Story and the unnamed “spy story” I’ve been picking away at for 2 years now).  Thanks for your support! ~ Lydia ____________________________________________________________________________ My husband and I are about to celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary this week.  I was recently going through old writings and found this piece, from a decade ago when we had just celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary.  With twice the number of married years with my favorite person in the world now recorded, I can honestly say that this needs no amending; it’s as t...