Memoirs should contain an underlying conflict, something the main character is struggling with throughout the book. And if I am doing my writerly job, you the reader will recognize the conflict, be taken in at its peak, and ride the wave of resolution with me. But I’m just going to come right and say now, at the beginning, that writing this is my conflict. Past and present, and how to give one its due without sacrificing the other, is my conflict.
Facing my early and tragic mother loss, coming face to face with it and all the ugliness that caused it, while simultaneously living in the present and attempting, finally, to attain a personal freedom that is my birthright. Letting go of the past by turning to face it, stare it down, go down its dark hallways to see where I left some piece of myself. Past and present. My mother or myself. Then. Now.