Another first step. I attended the first class of my first semester in the University of Baltimore's (UB) MFA Creative Writing and Publishing Arts Program. I have the good fortune and the pleasure of having Marion Winik (author, radio commentator: NPR, columnist, and essayist: www.marionwinik.com) as my professor. The resource library is our classroom ( another good fortune). I am the first to arrive. Seated at the rustic boardroom table, in the midst of hundreds books, I'm feeling likeI want to linger on this particular journey for as long as I can. Yes, earning an MFA is the goal. Yet I am reluctant to reach that destination looming on the horizon. This is where I'm supposed to be.
Memoirs are personal truths experientially as well as emotionally. I am not nor have I ever been a proponent of the cultural sway toward the belief that all truth is relative. However, memoir writers must be forgiven for the inevitable shade of subjectivity. Memoirs are poured out from deep within the psyche, the soul, the memory. There is nothing more subjective than what this experience called life has stored up within each one of us.
In order for the reader to connect with the memoirist's story the underlying passion of the soul of the story must be felt by those who turn the pages - expecting. I know firsthand the depth of the cathartic power of the memoir. I began seriously writing as result of my soul's demand to pour out my past onto the page.
"The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what's in between, and they took great pleasure in doing so."
Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth