Send in the Ghosts

Apologies to Diane Keaton in Something’s Gotta Give but the truth does, in fact, have versions. It takes courage to commit your oh-so-personal truths to writing and allow others to read them. Others who will roll their eyes and groan. Or drop you like a red-hot rock because their memory does not align with yours.

Who cares about them? We want the story. Good, bad, ugly. Preferably the latter. Everybody loves a train wreck.

When writing memoir, your best bet is to avoid the living and stick with the dead. You won’t hurt their feelings and they probably won’t threaten to sue. As luck would have it, most of the characters in my book have long since crossed over to the other side. I love them all in different ways, in varying degrees. But have not made peace with one of them. Don’t know if I ever will.

I thought you might like to meet them.

Who are these ghosts, you ask.

Let me get back to you on that. For now, let’s raise a glass. To the dead people.