I need to live alone
I love romantic comedies: weep over them, quote their dialogue without attribution in conversation as when I am with a man who says he wants to be friends with me, “You actually believe that men and women can be friends?”
My parents were married fifty-four years. I recall each of them: My father: “The circumstances are extenuating.” See the memoir for his echo in my heart.
My mother, from my story “The Burglar” in The Woman Who Never Cooked but here with third-person and the fiction stripped away from the autobiography:
I was often naked with my mother. When my mother was young, she’d be naked—to keep her clothes dry—when she’d bathe me. She’s straighten the linen closet naked. She could be seen changing a light bulb naked. If something needed to be done, my mother did it. Nakedness had nothing to do with what needed doing.
Their lives, their pasts that I know so little of—all four grandparents died before I was born—will infuse my next memoir and will include the piece here, an earlier blog entry entitled “Absent.”
Here are Aaron and Mary, my mother's parents:
The abstraction that defined both my parents: generosity.
I search for my parents’ goodness like the comfort of the womb.
What an odd place to find a sense of them, believe it or not: Twitter: Generosity is the name of the game and generosity is no game: it must be heartfelt.
In the interview I did with the glorious Jane Friedman, whom I highlight here, I say:
Q: Do you have a secret marketing weapon? Are there certain sites or tools that work really well for you? And/or, are there things that have not worked? Interactions are personal, not business. Twitter, for one key example, if well understood, is personal, not business. It is about generosity and goodness. If you understand it otherwise, you misunderstand. I met you on Twitter. And if I have a secret weapon, you define it. The rest I am learning. But this I do know, the writer must commit herself to the marketing of her book through web page, blog, and most important, personal interaction, one person at a time. And this takes time, time away from the writing I so crave.
Today, I highlight three women who found me on Twitter and who define generosity.
Her blog is the place to get to know her. She has written a book Timeless Wisdom of the Prairie that we get glimpses of on this blog. She has a background in marketing,. She lives in South Dakota.
• Listed me among books to read on her blog.
• Sent tweets to Oprah about my journey and suggested that I pitch Oprah: I did: From her mouth to G-d’s ears, as my mother used to say.
• Suggested to the author of the blog 100 Memoirs that she review my book: No sale there!
• Connected me to Deborah Riley Magnus who did decide to interview me and that exchange will appear here under Literary August 29.
• Tweets often to express her admiration for the memoir. One example: On pg 27, lovely memoir, Mary. Beautiful children, beautiful writing, and definitely, poetic, i.e. ,"the shrubbery of age."
• And invited me to guest blog this fall on her site.
Follow her on Twitter. Your life will be enriched.
website. Be sure to watch the book trailer for The Undertaker’s Women and then begin reading that book on her blog. The entries we glimpse are sharply written with wry humor that belies her subject of the funeral home. That’s no easy feat. One example: She writes of shrouds with a resonance that breaks the heart with wit. She and her husband Malcolm Levene have written a book on fashion and where beauty truly lies: 10 Steps to Fashion Freedom that she gave me, good soul that she is, while she bought my memoir when it came out. They live in London but Kate grew up in Kentucky.
And what a beauty she is!
She tweets about the memoir with great finesse and posted this review on Amazon.com:
Mary Tabor's (Re)Making Love is one of the best memoirs I've read in quite a long while - and I've read more than a few. I found myself fiercely cheerleading her on as she fought her way through an unwanted separation from her husband of 21 years. Her writing is smart, funny, lyrical and at times, heartbreaking. How many times have you read a blurb that used the words "unflinchingly honest" when describing a memoir? I always say to myself, well of course, shouldn't it be? But often they are not. (RE) Making Love is that - and more. Mary puts beauty into ugly honesty, laughter into sad honesty and hope into painful honesty. There is even a surprise ending! I highly recommend this book.
And if you don’t follow her on Twitter, you should because she reads everything and links to one fascinating piece about literature or art or the what-to-see-and-do in London and what’s happening on the Metro—or is that the Tube in London?
Her blog Catching Courage defines courage: She writes from her heart about the Medicine Woman, the Yanke Truck Driver and examines prudery (yeah, she talks about talking about sex). She was born in California but now lives in British Columbia’s Cariboo region.
• "We must lead with our hearts & not our minds."
• I watched the interview with you & immediately bought the book. I'm loving it. I'm writing about my own crazy path so relate.
• Want some encouragement? @maryltabor cites authors who first published late in life.
As she catches courage, she embodies encouragement. Follow her on Twitter.
For these marvelous women I offer from Richard Wilbur’s poem “The Beautiful Changes,” this thank you:
Your hand holds roses always in a way that says
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things' selves for a second finding, to lose
For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.