By Janet Freedman on March 20, 2021

I am reading Alexander Chee’s “How to Write an Autobiographical Novel”.  I was drawn to it because much of what I write is autobiographical and I also tend to write…

By Janet Freedman on June 11, 2021

I’ve waited all my life for a particular cusp, a turning point where I would recognize myself as complete – grownup and assured – with a clearly marked path into…

By Janet Freedman on July 9, 2021

At school we studied the work of many artists, among them the Frenchman Odilon Redon (1840-1916).  I remember that I was not drawn to his work but now realize what…

By Janet Freedman on July 9, 2018

I’ve thought many times of that trip to Pennsylvania in 1958. The outing was arranged at the request of my widowed grandmother who, urged by fleeting time and memory, was…

By Janet Freedman on March 25, 2018

I was recently reading Joan Didion’s book “Slouching Towards Bethlehem”. The essay entitled “On Self Respect” hit several notes with me, especially her reference to “gifts irrevocably wasted through sloth…

By Janet Freedman on September 21, 2017

Books on the craft of writing often suggest that aspiring writers carry a notebook so that they can jot down the ideas, thoughts and sentences that sometimes sprout full blown…

By Janet Freedman on April 16, 2014

For successive summers in the 1950’s I travelled with my parents, brother, and paternal grandparents for a week-long vacation in Ocean City, MD. Anticipation grew as the trip drew near.…