For a few minutes on cassette tape, answering improvised questions, Grandma told some of her story to Mom.

Years later Mom transcribed the conversation. What I have today are a few scenes and moments Grandma remembered that afternoon, images of her as a child among the mountains and grass fields of rural Utah.

What I have is priceless to me. But what I want is much, much more.

Life Writers Collaborative aims to offer much, much more.

Please see what we’re about, visit our authors‘ pages, and contact us for further inquiry!

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