I got my first job at Leo Burnett advertising agency in Chicago. After ten years there, I couldn’t get to where I wanted to be so I turned to the banking industry. Then, after another ten years, I realized I wasn’t a banker. So I quit and started to write, finding inspiration from my years in Chicago, and San Francisco. My memoir, Under the Birch Tree, is getting to where it wants to be too.
My essay, “I Called You a Memoir,” was a contest winner in The Magic of Memoir, an anthology published by She Writes Press. Other essays and blog posts have appeared on TheMemoirNetwork.com, TheDiaryBank.com, SheWrites.com and in other local publications. My husband and I enjoy traveling, cooking fine dinners, and chasing our beagles in circles
. . . and under the birch tree
Currently under construction, however, here’s a preview of what you’ll see in this memoir:
“I had grown to know a particular birch tree in my early years, developing a kinship with its youth, planted on the same plot as me. I noticed this one’s ashen white limbs contrasted with its scattered dark-trunked tree mates in stately oak, maple and elm. Its delicate arms played in uncomplicated innocence, inviting me to circle around it.
There’s something about trees. My discovery started at fifteen when I realized I had a place in this world. My birch and I seemed to shadow one another over the years and a birch tree sighting spurred memories when I sought to be at home. When I would be among the unfamiliar, my tree would tell me I was in the right place as I remembered where we met, where we came from. Trees became a metaphor for living, a guiding symbol for finding home and the beginning for my story.”