I was always an odd child, though I had no idea what odd was, really.
Patti LarsenMots clés memoir creative-non-fiction fierce-ink-press
I try to walk around without being noticed but I can’t help attracting attention with my pink Mohawk, black clothing and steel toes, and often I’m with Holly and we’re both tall and arrogant.
Jo TreggiariMots clés memoir creative-non-fiction fierce-ink-press
When I first met Billy I thought about sucking his eyes right out of their sockets. They’re like turquoise gum drops.
Jo TreggiariMots clés memoir creative-non-fiction fierce-ink-press
Just because I am paranoid does not mean that someone is not out to get me
Don DarkesMots clés travel memoir sailing adventure-travel humourous-memoir
Although my understanding of exactly how much trouble I was in grew more specific over time, as a child I surely understood enough about my condition to know it was something I'd better keep private. By intuition I was certain that the thing I knew to be true was something others would find both impossible and hilarious. My conviction, by the way, had nothing to do with a desire to be feminine, but it had everything to do with being female. Which is an odd believe for a person born male. It certainly had nothing to do with whether I was attracted to girls or boys. This last point was the one that, years later, would most frequently elude people, including the overeducated smarty-pants who constituted much of my inner circle. But being gay or lesbian is about sexual orientation. Being transgedered is about identity.
Jennifer Finney Boylan...I really did "choose" to be Jim every single day, but that once I put my sword down I haven't chosen Jenny at all; I simply wake up and here I am.
Jennifer Finney BoylanThere's nothing gay about living life straight
Paul B. TrippMots clés memoir military dadt gay-and-lesbian reparative-therapy
You have to study and learn so that you can make up your own mind. Stock your mind, stock your mind. It is your house of treasure and no one in the world can interfere with it. If you won the Irish Sweepstakes and bought a house that needed furniture would you fill it with bits and pieces of rubbish? Your mind is your house and if you fill it with rubbish from the cinemas, it will rot in your head. You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.
Frank McCourtMots clés memoir
Chris didn’t need to learn how to conquer fear. He had to embrace it, walk with it and listen to it.
Michelle TackaberyMots clés inspirational memoir diabetes
once ruffle-skirted
vanity table where I primped
at thirteen, opening
drawers to a private
chaos of eyeshadows
lavender teal sky-blue,
swarms of hair pins
pony tail fasteners,
stashes of powders,
colonies of tiny
lipsticks (p.39)
Mots clés poetry death death-and-dying memoir mother verse cancer death-of-a-loved-one death-and-sickness mother-and-daughter poetry-quotes mother-and-child mother-and-son colon-cancer death-at-home
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