I've been working on a pair of short family member memoirs for the past three weeks and planning several others – with some trepidation. These people were all raised in the same era, under the same conditions, with more or less the same personal assets and liabilities. Shouldn't these pieces, then, read pretty much the same?
No, I'm discovering. As I write them into appropriate larger frames of reference, I'm discovering they were so unique as to be from different planets. But I'm sure a common thread will have been woven through these disparate family cloths in the end.