What is a Memoir?

I looked up what the definition of a memoir is and first found out that I spelled it wrong.  Nice.

It is 'memoir' - so the title of the blog has been corrected, but inevitably the web address has a misspelling in it.

Maybe I should also make a disclaimer:  I am not an English major.  I never made good grades in English class, both high school and college.  My teachers always sensed a bit of "unseriousness" in my papers.  I don't even know if that's a word.  I also depised grammar tests.

So back to what is a memoir?  According to the dictionary, it states:  a record of events written by a person having intimate knowledge of them and based on personal observation.

So it is not completely absurb that Justin Beiber can have a memoir.  It is also makes me realize we all have a memoir.  It starts at birth. 

This blog will talk about different events in my life, particularly the ones that I feel shaped me as the person I am today - showing how others influenced me (especially my parents and siblings and close friends), all the good, bad and the ugly.  I don't expect to teach any lessons, but possibly make a point that as adults, we have to be very mindful of how we act on a day to day basis.  Children are always watching and learning. 

Yes, I do not have children, but I once was a child.  I remember many things.

So to end today's blog - more of a description of what I am trying to accomplish with this blog, I will tell you the following:

I grew up a pretty leave it to beaver life - both parents, a brother and sister, never heard about any family financial problems, always had food and clothes and a nice house.  As an adult, I've learned more and more about different events of my parents life while I was a child.  The struggles, the scares, the happy times, how tough marriage can be.  I debate if I should have known more as a child about the struggles or if my parents did the right thing to protect me.  I think after graduating college, I had a bit of a false sense of the real world - my first life event that was unfavorable was a huge impact on me.  I suppose I was dumb enough to think life was going to be easy - my parents made it seem that way.  But there is no book - and my parents were awesome.

I will be writing about personal events that I have intimate knowledge of and the personal observation will be from my thirtysomething self.  Should be interesting and a great learning experience.

Ann