For us memoir writers, the small stuff really is the big stuff. Great stories often spring from really humble things.
- Mom’s pin-cushion, always at the ready to mend a tear, re-attach a button, or stitch up a hem.
- The smell of baking bread from the kitchen.
- The flat stones by the ocean that you learned to skip on the waves.
- The hayloft where Grandpa caught you reading instead of doing chores.
What simple things were ever-present in your early life? What stories do they bring to mind?
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