Her Beautiful Brain

“A daring and ambitious memoir that bestows unexpected rewards on the reader.” –Seattle Times

“Unflinching, tragic and compassionate.” –Shelf Awareness

I’ve lived with the loss of my mom, and the fear of Alzheimer’s, for a long time now. I understand that I am stuck with this particular fear; yours may be cancer or heart disease. But I also understand its value: which is to continually remind me that I have no idea what the next day or decade might hold. Now is the time for me to do all that I feel called most urgently to do.

I am my mother’s daughter. Like her, I would prefer to keep traveling under my own steam and enjoying the view along the way. Like her, I would rather my brain not get all wrapped up in a big tangle of ropes. But hers did, and mine might too.

CLASSES:
April 19-May 24, 2024, Memoir Writing Workshop. Six Friday mornings. IN-PERSON at Seattle Central College/Continuing Education. 

June 4-25, Writing in the Moment. Greenwood Senior Center. IN-PERSON. Four Tuesday mornings. Hosted by the PNA Memory Loss Program.

NEW WORK:
January 2024: “The Empire Builder,” The Museum of Americana
3rd Act Magazine, Spring 2024: “The Puget Sound to Pacific Trail.”
3rd Act Magazine, Winter 2024: “Jennifer James on the Bittersweet Reality of Being 80.”

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