Another thing that I love about memoir writing is that when we arrange the pieces of our lives on the page, we can see the contours of our days and the shape of our lives from a unique vantage point. Ordinary events can strike us with their beauty and breadth. We can see the movement of our lives.
Today in your writing what are some ordinary events that strike you with their beauty and breadth? Maybe just appreciating your friends and family and being thankful for your journey.
