Our hearts live in these hills, bound to these hollers

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Reviving the “darlings” left behind

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I struggled to understand my father. Here’s what I do know about him.

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He looks like almost every other baby ever born: red-faced, hairless, eyes closed. His cries pierce the quiet country desolation and scatter among the last brittle oak leaves of winter. Spring is coming.


Middle child syndrome. Somewhere among the cows and the chickens, the last of the hogs and two stray dogs. Not as pious as the eldest, a daughter, nor as charming as the youngest, another son. Poor eyesight and a buzz cut. Nothing special, really.


Pulls a knife on the kid at school…

The hidden power in your chapters

Someone writing in a journal
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Unlike autobiography, memoir offers a focus or theme. What is your “what”?

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Friends walking by fence
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Mother holding young child
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Bobi Conn

Author of In the Shadow of the Valley — A Memoir. Read more about my work at bobiconn.com.

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