I’M CURRENTLY WORKING ON THE MANUSCRIPT FOR THIS BOOK:

  • TRYING TO LIVE A NORMAL LIFE –The Biography of a Parkinson’s Disease Support Group

The exceptional people of the Quarry Hill  Support Group in Camden, Maine  are drawn together every month by the touchstone that is their group.  Propelled by resourcefulness and determination, those with Parkinson’s and their caregivers and facilitators, bring an impressive array of tools to their meetings–presentations from medical experts, exercise classes, humor, art, dance, community outreach, as well as separate and concurrent support sessions for those with this disease and for those who care for them.  All of this enables the folks in this group to live each  day with purpose and hope. Not all readers will have Parkinson’s, but all of us have some kind of disability.  The lessons in A COMMUNITY OF HOPE are universal.  I expect to have the manuscript completed in late winter 2012.

The Quarry Hill Parkinson's Support Group Camden, Maine

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I’M MARKETING THIS PROPOSAL FOR MY MEMOIR:

  •   MAYBE IF I DRAW YOU A PICTURE                                                                                                                       

What would you do if your young teenager came home with a tattoo? Probably not much now, but in the mid -1990′s, it was quite another matter.  At least for me. In 1986 I had moved my eight year-old son and five year-old daughter to a planned community in suburban Maryland to give them a better education and to shield  them from the drugs and alcohol that were too easily available in Washington, DC, where we’d been living. In  addition, I’d just been hired as the public relations executive responsible for promoting and marketing  this community–its wholesomeness,  good schools, myriad of activities and sports for kids, its parks and open spaces, and it’s commitment to racial, social and economic integration. I was certain that our lives would be perfect. I believed my own press releases until my 16 year-old son came home with a tattoo. That night I realized our lives were no longer perfect. I was sure my son was destined to be a druggie living on the streets.  As it turned out, he did.

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MY FRIEND AND WRITER, HILARY CARR, AND I ARE CO-AUTHORING THIS PROJECT WHICH IS IN DEVELOPMENT:

  • HOW WE GOT HERE     

We are assembling a collection of stories about how people who were not born in Midcoast Maine ended up here.  Some set out purposefully to relocate to Maine, others like me were on our way to someplace else. My husband and I intended to drive from Maryland to Prince Edward Island five summers in a row.  Each time we stopped in Midcoast Maine to rest and never drove on to Canada. I’ve heard of people who were driving through the area, discovered they were  low on gas, pulled into a station and never left.  One lady told me she ended a marriage, packed her car, drove until she was tired and stopped in a nearby community.  Hilary and I are  interested in your personal, sad, funny or accidental ‘road less traveled’  route to Maine. We’d also like to know if  you’ve found that  your new life in Maine is “The Way Life Should Be.”  If you would like to share your story, please fill out the form below.

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