My Story
As my youngest child approached high school graduation and the prospect of the proverbial empty nest lay on the horizon, I was muddled. I couldn’t gain clarity on what the next chapter would hold.
As an Emmy award winning television news producer, a widely published and traveled journalist, a middle school librarian and a bibliophile in the truest sense of the word, the only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted my next act to include words, writing and storytelling.
I have long wanted to share my innate curiosity, talent and skill as a journalist with as many people as possible, and I love delving into the personal histories that we all carry with us.
Being a personal historian means I spend my working days talking to people about their life, then creating a book about that life. I love being able to help people find the narrative of their legacy and to preserve their legends for future generations.
The job of a personal historian is just a creative writer using another person’s experience as my subject and source material, and then turning that material into a narrative.
I can help you properly preserve your family stories and present them in a beautiful keepsake book that is both attractive and accessible for future generations.
What was the impetus for this business? Nearly a decade ago, I wrote a book about my father's life. We spent a glorious week together just he and I, on the beaches and in the coffee shops and hamburger joints near my Southern California home. This was long before I had ever heard the term personal history, but I knew he had a story to tell and I knew I had to get him to tell it.
The title of his story is Steve Morose: A Satisfied Life and it is perfect.
Today, sadly, my dad has dementia. I captured his story just in time. Had I never have written his book, the real story of Steve Morose would be lost to the world. And that’s exactly why I want to you preserve your story.
What’s more, that story telling impulse showed up even earlier in my life. When my children were small and I was a much younger woman I asked my gorgeous, gracious grandmother about her life and surreptitiously jotted down some of the facts on a scrap of paper when she wasn’t looking.
Why surreptitiously? I think I felt embarrassed by my curiosity, afraid my grandma would suspect I was gathering her legacy because she might soon die.
She did.
She was 93.
One day soon I am going to write her story, but first I want to help you.
