memoir
Knighton Wood, by Terry Freedman
It is understandable that an ambitious young man, in his late twenties and early thirties, wanting success in all its various guises, and with a belief in the power of the mind, would be attracted to certain kinds of books, tapes and courses. The young man I’m talking about was, of course, me.
Read MoreTravelling back from my saxophone lesson on Saturday, a very attractive young woman kept looking at me. Did I finally have sax appeal I asked myself.
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Photo by Terry Freedman
Last week, Elaine, a friend of hers (D) and I went to an art gallery. On our return we caught the Overground train at Highbury and Islington, heading towards Stratford….
Read More“This should do it.” My father was responding to my mother’s growing exasperation with the two-year old me constantly getting under her feet in the kitchen.
Read MoreThe curtain goes up, to reveal Terry slaving over a hot keyboard. He turns to the audience….
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Image created by Dall-E for Terry Freedman
“Terry has a great ability to grasp and capture the everyday, as well as an excellent feel for the quotidian conversations and dialogues that make up so much of our ordinary lives out in the real world. And from this he is able to mine real meaning and insight.” From Tom Bevan’s introduction to this essay.
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A few notes about a forthcoming memoir with a difference.
Read MoreNext week I’ll be reading an article of mine. It’s memoir, not education. Read on for details of the event, which features a reading by author Jane Lythell.
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