putting pen to paper

I do not know why it has taken me so long to acknowledge my desire to write a memoir of my mother. Perhaps it's because in my subconscious, I have a difficult time confronting the reality that my parents will not be around for too many more years. Five years ago, I designed a present for them, which I called "meaningful memories". It took me a few months to write down some of my favorite childhood memories. Many were written on scrap paper as they came to me. At any rate, I selected 30 or so of my favorites, transcribed them into calligraphy and designed a border to go around the writing. I had this framed and gave it to them as a Christmas present. They loved it. The summer writing institute has reawakened this part of my creative spirit. I intend to set aside time to delve into collecting what I am certain will be inspiring stories of my mother's.