Who owns my memories?
If I write about my childhood, do I have to take into account the impact my truths may have on others who lived in the same house?
If I tap into my life as a young mother, must I take care not to expose my children by sharing their lives as well?
If I explore my relationship with my husband, is it necessary for me to insure his feelings are not hurt by my revelations?
Or do I simply create, tell the truth to the best of my ability and not worry about the reactions of those I love?
Seriously, I’m asking you. How do you, as a writer, separate your stories from the stories of others? How do you write honestly, from your gut and your own personal growth, without injuring the very people who planted the seeds of both your discontent and your joy?
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