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My Review of P.S. I Forgive You: A Broken Legacy by D.G. Kaye

Judith Barrow

P.S. I Forgive You: A Broken Legacy by [Kaye,D.G.]Book Description

Confronted with resurfacing feelings of guilt, D.G. Kaye is tormented by her decision to remain estranged from her dying emotionally abusive mother after resolving to banish her years ago, an event she has shared in her book Conflicted Hearts. In P.S. I Forgive You, Kaye takes us on a compelling heartfelt journey as she seeks to understand the roots of her mother’s narcissism, let go of past hurts, and find forgiveness for both her mother and herself.

After struggling for decades to break free, Kaye has severed the unhealthy ties that bound her to her dominating mother—but now Kaye battles new conflictions, as the guilt she harbours over her decision only increases as the end of her mother’s life draws near. Kaye once again struggles with her conscience and her feelings of being obligated to return to a painful past she thought she left behind.

My Review:


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Do I Own My Story? But What If It’s Also Your Story, and You Don’t Want Me To Tell It?

“I will tell the truth, be bold, and whenever possible, be kind.”

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By Laurie Hertzel

Like any good student, I sat in the front row, took diligent notes, and believed, for a while, everything my teachers said. As a young newspaper reporter, I had ambitions beyond daily journalism, so for years I attended as many workshops and seminars as possible, studying narrative writing, fiction, and, eventually, memoir.

“I own my story,” I obediently jotted during a memoir lecture—or words to that effect. “No one has the right to tell me what I can or can’t write.”

But when I began working on my first memoir, I realized that it’s not that simple. Yes, I own my story—that is, I have the right to tell the stories of my life.  But I don’t live in a vacuum, and in order to tell my stories I cannot help but tell the stories of others. Do I have that right? Do I have the…

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Memoir: Your Story, My Story, Our Stories

Two Drops of Ink: A Literary Blog

By: Marilyn L. Davis

“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.” ― Brené Brown

Memoir: Your Story, My Story, Our Story Two Drops of Ink

I’ve created a truth for myself over the years. There is nothing new under the sun; the experience wore my face one time, and yours another. In other words, there is someone somewhere who shares the experience and the way out. How might this approach prove invitational to someone struggling with an issue in their lives? By letting them know that others have overcome significant obstacles, made changes and now live better lives.

The memoir tells the story of the…

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Blood Relatives vs. Loyalty

Rebellious Scapegoat

Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you family.

This may explain why many adopted kids trust their foster parents more, rather than biological family.

Do you think blood related relationship wins all?

Photo credit : Pixabay – fancycrave1

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Often over the last few days I have seen various posts on social media from friends whose mum is no longer living about the irreplaceable nature of the bond between mother and daughter and how they are missed.

The feeling it prompts in me is anger and a desire to scream at the top of my lungs not all mothers are like that and yet the sentiment holds true in me in my desire for that and hope that I will be that idea of a mother for my children.

I have been estranged from my mother for 9 months. I just counted funnily enough the same length of time it would have taken her to carry me in her womb when she was 19.  In those 9 months which has carried us through, birthdays, Christmas, New Year and Easter my mum has not once contacted me or my children…

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Book Giveaway: Family Trouble: Memoirists on the Hazards and Rewards of Revealing Family

Laurie Easter

I’ve been sick twice in the last three weeks since coming back from AWP, and I’m still recovering, so I have not had the energy to produce my regular Sunday Spotlight column. But today I feel well enough to write a blog post and keep some semblance of momentum going.

I’ve been thinking these past few days about the risk of alienation and fallout with friends and loved ones to writers of memoir and personal essay. On Facebook, this week, I’ve seen several people post questions about this very topic. This was already on my mind because I have an essay brewing in my brain—but not yet put to paper (or more accurately, to screen)—that if written and published could quite possibly hurt and anger someone in my life to the point that our relationship would be irrevocably damaged. This relationship is already a precarious one, and whatever misgivings I may…

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Between the World and Me | by Ta-Nehisi Coates

SCC Library Reads

Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
(Spiegel & Grau, 2015, 152 pages)

Reading Between the World and Me feels a bit like eavesdropping. The book is written as an open letter from Coates to his son. It frankly discusses some of the most important issues in American culture in an intensely personal way. By design, it is a communication that we as readers are listening in on. It is a memoir and a report on black life in America that is shot through with anger, wisdom, and warning.

Coates’ overriding message to his son is this: “In America, it is traditional to destroy the black body – it is heritage” (103). He illustrates this startling claim by rehearsing the country’s history of slavery, racial prejudice, and violence. More strikingly though, Coates explains how bodily danger has defined his life. From the cautions he had to take walking…

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