The Minimoir™ Collection

89-year-old Polish girl from Brooklyn. 100% Pisces. She paints. She writes. She’s me. I love her.

Teresa, 71, Poughkeepsie NY

The pills lined up like soldiers, fatigue glued me to the couch, quiet terror of every unfamiliar ache.

Nina, 60, Brunswick ME

A Viking Jewess, I’ve set sail, wandered and wondered. Norway, USA, Israel, discovering new iterations of my multiplicity.

Jacqueline, 61, Brooklyn NY

Bookish farm girl turned New Yorker. Single mom, favorite granny, author, world traveler, loyal friend and joyful lover.

Bobbie, 71, Williamburg MI

Student, lover, warrior, corporate executive, husband, father, divorcee, remarried, transgender epiphany, renewed vows, Living life authentically, finally peace!

Linda, 66, Salem SC

Fragile orchid learns to heed her soul’s desires. Transforms into a wildflower, thriving in the most unlikely places.

Julie, 46, Lawrence KS

Loud, outcast; didn’t play by the rules. Until the rules changed, I found words gave me comfort.

Mira, 78, Methuen MA

Three countries, languages, two divorces, one long loving marriage then widowhood. Pandemic gift’s, the love of my life

Susan, 70, St. Augustine FL

An only child with five siblings, being wholly myself within a tribe. The gift has endured 70 years.

Robin, 70, Brunswick ME

A Micro Memoir:
I was born.
For forty years, I did not die.
Then I learned to live.

Sharon, 65, Silverton OR

Death defined childhood.
Birth defined womanhood.
I have no lover.
I am Crone, the love of my life.

Kim, 61, Sea Cliff NY

Three of five, dreamer, reader, pleaser, always nurturing, surviving, recovering. Brave, fierce advocate. Guided by mommas–mine excluded.

Karen, 63, Corvallis OR

Trauma-filled, from self-destruction to wholeness and courage. A life I’m proud of—forward bound, living joyfully.

Heather, 72, Langley WA

I was always leaving—home, jobs, cities, husbands, the country. Writing my stories made me circle back home.

Eve, 58, Los Angeles CA

The youngest, a sensitive soul, she starved until she fed herself, and then doctored others toward their healing.

Heidi, 54, Peoria AZ

Son arrived with Down syndrome. Health scares, therapies, advocacy, love. He changed my path. He redefined my life.

Cari, 63, Chippewa Falls WI

Wild child. Daddy’s girl. Youngest sibling. Stubborn. Fiercely independent Harley rider. Found love late. Still chasing the wind.

Charlotte, 63, Millington MD

One of seven, mother, survivor. Divorced, broke, alone. Words became my bricks: building a house, work, hope, future.

Elizabeth, 74, Pittsfield MA

Being slightly odd made the difference in my life. I visualize colors that I have not created . . . yet.

Randye, 65, Philadelphia PA

Born with gifts I didn’t know I had. Now at 65 I understand, embrace, and use them all.

Donna, 75, Rumson NJ

My life has been an adventure. No regrets. Travel, family and friends. Much love. And more to come.

Elizabeth, 58, Los Angeles CA

DC kid—bad home, good school. Harvard, Russian launched. Masters, adventures shaped. Life handed me to social work.

Lou Anne, 70, Prattville AL

Free spirit born into a family that wasn’t. Became the mom that I deserved. My dream journey fulfilled.

Ellen, 68, Ocean Isle Beach NC

Only child, traveled world. Two kids, widowed. Family scarred by mental illness, estrangement. Now love, writing, inspire me.

Vel, 59, Harrisburg

Considered a freak when I was young. Now happy, found someone who loves me for who I am.

Dhyana, 79, Siesta Key FL

I wrote. I laughed. I loved:
    Me
    Alive
    Living large
And sometimes small
    Finding ways
    To love
    You

Victoria, 68, USA

Marine vet, hockey gal, six children, lived good, bad, rich, and poor life and still enjoying it all!