If you created a map of your life, what would it look like?

Would it be a topographical map with hills and valleys that describe the highs and lows? Would it be a birds’ eye view with road names like “Inspiration Lane” and “Winding Way?” Maybe there’d even be a few Dead End signs?

Thinking about our lives as maps can reveal patterns and connections we might otherwise miss. I recently led an advanced life stories workshop in which participants had the choice of writing a legacy essay or creating a “legacy map.” Several folks chose the map and the results were astounding! One person created a beautiful conceptual drawing awash in water color pastels. Another produced a detailed map with vibrantly color-coded paths. Cartographers telling stories as unique as the maps they created.

During this portion of the workshop, I wanted to model the process and the vulnerability that goes along with it so I also created a map. Words are my jam, not 2D art. I had to firmly ask my Inner Art Critic to leave the room or else nothing was going to get put on that whiteboard. The sketches that emerged were landmarks from my own story — mountains, valleys, forks in the road, lessons learned. 

I was surprised by the insights revealed when I set aside a chronological list and instead embarked on a topographical tour. 

Here’s what I discovered: the act of representing my life visually rather than with words unlocked additional memories. It also helped me see connections in some of  my life experiences that I hadn’t yet discovered.

For example, at the end of my sophomore year in high school I experienced a “fork in the road” moment when my family moved from our home town to another town three hours away. Some of my favorite school activities weren’t available to me because I’d missed the tryout/audition window. Instead, I wandered into theater productions — and into friendships and experiences I might never have found otherwise. Looking at the map, I connected an important “dot” – my stint as a theater kid laid the groundwork for me to scale another mountain years later: the courage to stand in front of keynote audiences as the owner of my own training and development firm. 

My visual artistic skills are still very much a work in progress. (See the map’s Exhibit A: “Stick Figure,” lol.) But creating that map helped me see my story with fresh eyes — not as isolated events, but as connected terrain.

And perhaps that’s why these kinds of legacy reflections can be so powerful. Sometimes we miss the richness of our own journey until we pause long enough to trace the path.

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Welcome. I’m so glad you stopped by.

When I read about the Oracle layoffs, my first thought was: what an inhumane way to lay off people.

My second thought: this is the kind of moment that can leave a person feeling a little unmoored. 

When something like this happens without warning, it’s not just about losing a job. It can disrupt your sense of footing—your routines, your momentum, even the way you’ve been thinking about yourself and what comes next.

If that resonates, I want to offer you a place to land for a few weeks.

A place to pause, reflect, and begin to gather your thoughts in a way that feels steady and supportive.

I’m offering a free, three-week live online course. No strings attached.

Because I’ve been there—where the ground shifted unexpectedly… and I know the value of having somewhere to go, and something meaningful to engage with, while things are still unsettled.

This offering is about giving you the space to look back at where you’ve been, to notice what has shaped you, and to reconnect with the strengths and experiences you carry—so that when you are ready to move forward, you’re doing so from a place that feels more grounded and clear.

It’s my gift to you.

I’ve selected three of the most powerful Life Stories concepts for this particular moment. 

Through guided reflection and writing, we’ll explore:

• Week 1: Your Heroic Story – a look at the qualities and ways of being that have carried you through both work and life
  
• Week 2: Life Review – a chance to step back and reflect on the highs and lows, and begin to see how they connect
  
• Week 3: My Life’s Work – an opportunity to articulate, in your own words, the work you’ve done and the meaning it holds, and to share it aloud in a safe, supportive, no-critique environment

Over the three weeks, something will begin to take shape. Not necessarily a “finished” answer, but a clearer sense of what has been true in your life, and what you may want to carry forward.

We’ll meet on Zoom for two hours each week, for three consecutive weeks. Dates TBD.

You won’t find this workshop anywhere else on my website. I’m creating it specifically in response to this moment.

If you’d like to be part of this experience, you can add your name to the interest list here.

**Note: to preserve the supportive and safe environment of this space, the workshop is limited to 20 participants.

And if you decide this isn’t for you, that’s okay too.

Even taking a moment to explore something like this is its own kind of forward motion—especially in a time that may feel uncertain.

I wish you all the best,

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A few weeks after maternity leave ended with my first-born child, I was still adjusting to the new routine of dropping my son off for daycare. One day, as I entered my daycare provider’s home, I set my son’s infant carrier down and handed off the diaper bag to his caregiver Gayle. 

From inside the doorway, a preschooler’s tiny voice piped up, “Hey, Jack’s mom? Wanna see my new book?” My first thought was, Is that kid talking to ME? Gayle, a 20-year daycare veteran,  grinned and said, “Hi, ‘Jack’s Mom,’ welcome to your new name.” 

This memory stays with me as a powerful reminder of how identity shifts over time to accommodate an ever-changing series of roles, responsibilities and expectations. Suddenly, I was Someone’s Mom, not even given my own moniker to lay claim to. It was amusing, but also bewildering. For 11 years, I had lived as “Jennifer V. Miller” and for 26 years prior to that, I had lived as a child, teen, and then single woman with my own name, my identity solidly intact.

Moments like this happen more often than we realize. Not as major milestones, but as unheralded crossings. A move to a new city. The first day in a role you’re not sure you’ve grown into yet. The moment a parent begins to depend on you instead of the other way around. You can still see the life you came from, and you can sense something ahead—but right in the middle, you’re just trying to find your footing.

And often, it’s disorienting, like standing in the doorway of a new classroom, the “new kid” who’s moved to town. Sure, there’s all the logistical stuff like where to go, what to say, remembering new rules and norms. But the challenge isn’t entirely logistical, it’s emotional too. Because while you’re navigating the change, you’re also trying to make sense of who you are within the change. 

Here’s what years of ever-evolving roles have taught me: the most meaningful parts of our life story often live in the space between who we were and who we are becoming. 

Maybe that’s why this memory stays with me. Because that was a pivotal moment in my identity as a mother. When I look back now, I see that day at Gayle’s home as part of a larger arc in my life—not just a passing interaction, but the beginnings of comfort with a new identity. There was the “before,” when I was simply Jennifer. There was the “after,” when being someone’s mother became inseparable from who I am. And in between was that funny, disquieting moment in a doorway, when my life story added a meaningful new chapter.

The most meaningful parts of our life story often live in the space between who we were and who we are becoming. 

When a three-year-old named me as “Jack’s mom,” it momentarily separated me from my primary identity thus far: Jennifer. I mean, of course I knew I was a mom, but to have my son’s name centered as my identity was jarring. OK, so I guess I’m really in this “mom” thing now, was my first thought. 

And then I smiled. Yes, I am Jack’s mom. And I will always be Jack’s mom.

But I’m also still Jennifer.

That moment didn’t replace who I had been—it added to it. It stretched my identity to hold something new. And over time, I’ve come to see that this is how our lives unfold: not by leaving one version of ourselves behind, but by carrying each one forward, weaving them into the person we are always becoming.

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I remember the feel of my dorm room’s concrete block wall digging into my shoulder, the edge of the wall holding me up, but also uncomfortable. Like it knew I needed both support and a strong nudge too.

“You want to do what now?” My mother’s voice from 200 miles away sounded tinny through the phone line, and mildly perplexed.

“I’ve got it all worked out. If I get the RA job, then the room and board I would have paid next year will cover the cost of my study abroad trip.” As a college sophomore, I’d just pitched this idea: I want to study for the summer in Mexico. I could sense my mother’s mental wheels spinning furiously–trying to parse out the financial implications as well as the very daring proposal I was making. I had never even flown on an airplane, let alone traveled to another country by myself.

I held my breath, the hard black receiver of the wall phone clutched to my ear. Would she say yes?

“Well, if that’s what you want, then let’s talk about it when you come home over break,” she said.

Victory! I had never pitched such an expansive idea to my folks before. As it turned out, I did get the RA job, setting in motion my trip to Mexico that summer. It was the first of several personal growth thresholds I would cross on my way to full adulthood, but in the moment, I had no idea that’s what they were.

Turning points rarely announce themselves with much fanfare. Yet, this small victory of my parents’ agreement to let me use some college funds for a travel abroad program was indeed a threshold of sorts–and one that I didn’t even realize I was crossing.  

That’s the thing about turning points: they might feel like small victories in the moment and nothing more–a means to a very specific end. It’s only later that we look back and realize the new path that was emerging or a new perspective that was being birthed. 

A turning point is rarely just an event. It’s a moment when something inside of us begins to take root and grow—when the story we were living begins to bend toward something new. Sometimes the change is visible right away. Other times, it takes years to understand what that moment set in motion. I found this to be true with my study abroad experience: while in Mexico, I was learning continuously, absorbing, drinking it all in. Loving every minute of it. That was the immediate benefit I saw. But it wasn’t until years later that I was able to see the larger picture of how that experience shaped who I am as a person.

Maybe that’s why I return to these moments now and then—not to relive them, but to understand them. Turning points are the places where our lives subtly change direction, where something in us says yes before we even know what we’re agreeing to, unfurling delicately toward possibilities.

And when we take the time to look back, we begin to see that our lives have always held these thresholds: small choices, brave asks, unexpected doors opening. That’s why I love being a story coach. Because guided life story writing simply gives us a way to notice our turning points, honor them, and recognize the person we were becoming all along.

When you look back on your life, what are the thresholds you stepped across that sent you in a new direction? Were there any you decided not to step through? And how did those decisions shape the person that you are today?

image credit: Kit from Pixabay

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It’s 1983 and I’m standing in the Arrivals area of Guadalajara International Airport in Mexico, heart pounding, disoriented. I’m 20 years old, and completely alone. “Jenni,” I think to myself, “You are definitely NOT in Kansas anymore.”

My arrival in Mexico marked the beginning of a 10-week study abroad experience to supplement my Psychology and Spanish majors. The schooling was organized by my university, but I was in charge of getting myself to Mexico. There were no travel abroad coordinators, no fellow students. . . just me, pulling my beast of a 30-inch hard-sided suitcase with me. 

Having survived my first-ever airplane flight, I looked around, took in the throngs of people, and tried to parse out the next steps. I had six years of Spanish instruction under my belt and surely that would be enough to get me to my host family’s house, right? It was then that the Dorothy in Oz moment hit me: nobody was speaking English. Not a single soul. As I made my way to Customs, I had a serious reality check: Huh. You are not at all fluent in Spanish. And I got my first taste of what it’s like to be outside the mainstream because I couldn’t fluently advocate for myself.

Somehow, I found a taxi (first time for that, too) and made my way to the host family’s home. I met my fellow American student roommates and Mexican family, who turned out to be among the most generous souls I’ve ever encountered. We were included in everything. From eating family meals together (with my Mexican father bellowing “La comida!”) to announce mealtime, to watching Mexican soap operas with my host mother, we were part of the family. There, in a comfortable, two-story home, the Garcia family welcomed and patiently cared for me, even as I frequently stumbled to communicate even the most basic requests.

When I reflect on this branching point in my life, it brings to mind the notion of kindness and how little it takes to make someone feel at home, and therefore, safe. Safe to be who they are, safe to take chances. During my time in Mexico, there were abundant chances to stretch outside my comfort zone, to learn, to see the world in a new way. And I did that in spades. Isn’t that what a study abroad program is about?

But it wasn’t until much later, many years after returning to my Midwestern cocoon of support and safety that I realized one of the deeper, more transformative lessons of that Mexican summer in 1983, one that represents a significant branch in my thinking and how I see the world.

I owe my shift in perspective to a bus ride.

To get to and from classes, I needed to take the city bus. Guadalajara is a sprawling city about the size of Chicago. One day, I missed my bus stop and didn’t realize it immediately. I spent the next few stops trying to orient myself and before I knew it, the bus had reached the end of the line. All that remained was me, one other passenger and the bus driver. The driver told me to get off the bus. I tried to explain that I was lost and wasn’t sure how to get myself back home. Was there another bus? He shrugged his shoulders. Not his problem. Please exit my bus, señorita.

I was alone in a large city, miles away from my welcoming and safe Mexican family’s neighborhood. There was no way out except through– just keep on walking and hope that at some point, the landmarks would look familiar. After many blocks of walking, I finally found a cab and get myself home.

For the first time in my life, I couldn’t communicate fluently enough to advocate for myself. The fear and impotence I felt as I pleaded with that bus driver was a first for me. Many years later I see this experience as a lesson in compassion for those who can’t speak fluently for what they need. In the years since graduating college, I’ve met many people for whom English is a second language, and I have several friends whose children have disabilities such as cerebral palsy or autism that render them unable to communicate clearly. That experience gave me a glimpse into how it feels – when people look at you and think that maybe you aren’t as smart as they are because you can’t speak the language . . .or that because you screwed up a simple act like exiting at the proper bus stop, you are careless or worse, ignorant.

My study abroad experience was a pivotal moment in my adult development because it took me so far outside my abilities that I had no choice but to humble myself to it. On balance, I was safe in Mexico because I had a support system of family, friends, and school administrators that provided a safety net. Everyone was kind and understanding towards the rich white girl from the United States. Except for that bus driver, of course. But perhaps he was my greatest teacher of all. Four decades ago, I (literally) walked several miles in someone else’s shoes. And it’s made me a much more compassionate person.

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I stepped over the threshold and the scent of a Northwoods gift shop greeted me like a long-lost friend.  Part birch bark, part pine scent, it’s the olfactory welcome-wagon greeting of any trip I’ve ever taken to northern Michigan. Normally that waft of tree scent means that I’ll find some fascinating trinket that accompanies me home, but on this trip, a much more interesting keepsake beckoned. One that, surprisingly, had ties to my life story writing practice.

I was traveling with a girlfriend on one of our “roadside oddities” tours – a freewheeling, long weekend of touring the back roads of Michigan, looking for interesting roadside attractions courtesy of Roadside America. We’ve done a few of these tours now and what we’ve found is that the artifacts alongside the road (Easter Island Head in Michigan’s smallest town, anyone?) are often the entry point to a far more interesting story: the humans who created the roadside treasure. We’re learning to relax into the moment when we meet these fascinating creators because their passion is inspiring. 

Such was the case when my friend and I happened upon a unique locally-owned establishment (billed as a “taxidermy shop and museum”) on one rainy September morning. We had actually arrived at this place to photograph the large mastodon sculpture on their front lawn. We had planned to snap a quick selfie with the prehistoric beast and move on, but our conscience scolded us into stepping into the gift shop to make ourselves known.

The Mastodon, Guntzvillers Taxidermy

We were greeted by the proprietor himself—Voss—”That’s ‘sly fox’ in Danish,” he promptly informed us—with a sly twinkle in his eye. And we were off to the get-to-know-you races. At some point, the family friend running the cashier register (she declined to give her name) chimed in about her family history that originated in France, a fact shared by my traveling companion. Before we knew it Voss was offering to give us a guided tour of his family’s museum next to the gift shop. This museum, which is filled with dioramas of native Michigan animals in gorgeously painted settings and intricately designed details, is a labor of love for Voss’ family and spans three generations of family members who earn a living as taxidermists.

It is here that I must stop and confess that taxidermied animals . . .are, well . . .not always my thing. But my friend is married to a hunter and she herself is an avid fisherwoman, so we sallied into the vast room filled with all manner of Michigan flora, fauna and artifacts.  But I do love a meticulously constructed diorama. And history. Oh, how I love history! I was soon drawn into Voss’ storytelling. His folksy style of delivery belied a truly deep knowledge of the lands, animals, people and culture of northern Michigan. Since the day was rainy and it was early, Voss was generous with his time, giving us a private tour. Eventually, duty called from the gift shop and we three traipsed back into the retail side of the establishment.

At this point, I met Voss’ wife of 50 years, Pat. We chatted and when I mentioned I was a writer who helped people craft life stories for legacy purposes, her ears perked up.  “I’ve been trying to get Voss to write all this stuff down for years!” she exclaimed. Pat is a very wise woman who understands the power of oral history . . . and she was concerned that the stories Voss tells to his customers may be lost to the wind if someone doesn’t capture them. They have two sons, both of whom help out with the family business as time permits, but they aren’t able to take on the museum full-time due to their other obligations. It’s a common refrain we life story coaches hear and it never loses its poignancy: who will tell the stories when we’re gone? 

And it’s not just the Voss’ family stories that need to be told. As he said to us during our tour, there are so few people who understand Michigan’s native species and how things looked generations ago prior to growth and development of the area. Voss sees himself as a story carrier not only for his family but for the indigenous peoples and wildlife that once inhabited northern Michigan. His pride in the work—how lovingly he has crafted the dioramas—even making them interactive for school children—is evident. 

This suburban dweller came away from that experience deeply affected. We came for the giant mastodon, but stayed for the rich history, family pride and deep roots of northern Michigan. On the drive back downstate, my friend and I pondered the bittersweet situation family-owned business owners face. By the time the third generation comes of age, multigenerational family businesses often find themselves at a crossroads. Who will carry on the day-to-day operations? And even more importantly: who ensures that future generations understand the wisdom, sacrifice and contribution of one’s forebearers?

As we pulled away from the taxidermy shop, I realized we hadn’t just wandered into a quirky roadside stop; we’d stepped into someone’s living archive. And it left me thinking: what if our stories fade away before we get a chance to record them? Very few of us have a full-blown museum showcasing our life’s work.

This was the keepsake I returned home with: our stories matter.

Maybe it’s time to tell a few of them before they fade away, their lessons lost to time. 

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Are you on the cusp of something new? Every life is filled with thresholds—the point at which we sense that change is afoot. A doorway beckons: do you feel ready to turn the knob, open the door, and step across into the unknown?

The Nature of Transitions

When it comes to midlife transitions like retirement, a career change (or loss), empty nesting, or shifts in our health, uncertainty is part of the deal. This is especially true when change comes suddenly, or when we have little control over it. And even if you want the change, you may still wonder, is this the right thing?

It’s normal to linger at a threshold because hesitation is part of the growth process. Humans are wired to seek the status quo, especially if the choice we face is difficult. Yet thresholds represent turning points, which can be moments of choice and self-discovery. Standing at a threshold invites both fear and curiosity. Writing offers a safe way to explore both emotions before taking your next step.

Writing as a Way to “Open the Door”

British poet Cecil Day-Lewis once said, “We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.” He’s definitely on to something, because the act of writing helps us make sense of our experiences. Writing invites both reflection (looking back) and projection (looking forward). When we write our stories, we don’t just record the past—we reshape it. That process of making meaning is what transforms memory into wisdom. When you write about your life, you begin to clarify what lies beyond that next door. 

The Courage to Cross the Threshold

What’s so special about writing your life stories? As a guided life story facilitator, here’s what I’ve discovered: reflecting on key moments of your life helps you put your journey into perspective. It builds confidence in who you are and where you’ve been. The good, the bad—and yes—even the ugly. Trust me, all of our stories have tough chapters. The best thing about this is that you don’t have to be a great writer, or even a good one. James Pennebaker is a social psychologist whose research demonstrates that “expressive writing” will improve people’s mental health, motivation, and productivity. Simply put: when you write about what’s shaped you, it boosts your courage to cross the threshold into something new.

If you’re standing before a new doorway and wondering what’s next, reflecting on the stories of your life can help you find the strength to turn the knob and step through to something new. 

What door in your life is asking to be opened right now?

Curious about how expressive writing might help you step across a new threshold? Learn more about Story Coaching and Guided Life Stories. 

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The reader finishes her personal essay on the theme of “family”, voice tinged with emotion. She looks up from her paper to see a group of us looking back at her, our eyes full of compassion and support. No judgement. Just a brief silence. Then someone offers: “I see me in that little girl you just described.” The shared nods, the knowing glances– a sense of connection hums through my guided life story workshop.

This scene plays out numerous times throughout the writing workshops I facilitate. Jim Birren, the pioneering human development psychologist who developed the guided autobiography methodology called it the “Oh! Phenomenon.” (Oh! That happened to me, too.) It’s that instant when someone realizes their personal story echoes the experiences of others—and that recognition fosters understanding and empathy. When it happens (and it always does) that’s when a sense of community has begun. 

Why It Matters: The Science and Soul of Shared Stories

It’s powerful because this feeling of recognition dismantles isolation. So many of us feel like we are the only one who experienced these things, thought these thoughts. And then, someone shares their story and even though the details may differ, the sense of similarity–of shared experience–shines through. 

We’re wired to feel that connection. Researchers from University of Southern California found that reading narratives aloud is a universal experience that results in people feeling greater empathy for each other. fMRI scans of the people reading personal stories showed that comprehension, empathy and meaning-making are neurologically shared experiences. This helps explain why a shared story can evoke an “Oh!” moment — because our brain is doing more than listening; it’s simulating and resonating.

When we say “Oh!” there’s an inner shift that occurs. We stop “observing” and start belonging. Our personal narratives expand to include those of others and we feel both seen and connected. It’s the beauty of being witnessed, and the realization that our stories connect us all. The story threads of your life are interwoven into the larger tapestry of the shared experience.

The Role of Safe Spaces and Story Circles

This kind of connection doesn’t happen by accident. It’s cultivated. It takes trust, psychological safety and the act of listening without judgement. That’s why I take my role as workshop guide very seriously– to help create discussion boundaries and remind folks of our collective group guidelines. In my Guided Life Story workshops, these moments arise organically. Nobody is asked to share more than they wish — but when they do, something extraordinary happens.

Reflection: The “Oh” Moments in Our Own Lives

Think about a time when someone shared their story and you thought, “I can really relate to that.” What did you learn about yourself in that moment? How did it feel to experience an unexpected connection to another person’s story?

The next time you find yourself nodding along to someone else’s story, pause and notice that quiet recognition. That’s your story meeting theirs — and in that moment, we remember we’re not alone. 

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“No matter what happens today, I can handle it.” This is one of podcaster Mel Robbins’ 8 Things to Tell Yourself Every Morning.

But do you believe it? When you’re in the middle of a stressful situation, perhaps overwhelming feelings creep in and whisper, “You’re not up to this challenge.”

I believe you can handle whatever life throws your way. And do you know why? Because you’ve done it before. All of us have lived through life’s triumphs . . . and crash outs. Each time you encountered a challenge, you dealt with it. And you got through it. Maybe you handled it brilliantly. Or maybe not. Maybe you learned from it, maybe you didn’t. Yet each experience added another thread to the fabric of your life, weaving together the person you are today.

You’ve been writing the story of your life since the day you were born. Resilience isn’t only about “bouncing back.” It’s also about giving yourself credit for what you’ve endured—and how you’ve come through it before. That’s why Mel’s suggestion is so powerful: when you remind yourself of past challenges, you hold proof that you can handle what’s ahead.

As a guided life story facilitator, I see an additional element: narrative. Have you ever thought about your life’s story arc? It’s there—even if you’ve never put words to it. Recognizing your history of tackling challenges is part of shaping your life story.

So take a moment to look back: the highs and the lows, the peaks and the valleys. What do they tell you about the person you are today? And who might you become tomorrow if you told yourself, “I can handle whatever comes my way”?

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Ever considered writing a memoir? We’ve all got life stories to tell, and they deserve to be shared—if not with the world, then at least with the people closest to us. But maybe you think it would be too time-consuming to write your memoir. 

I mean, sitting down and tapping out a manuscript for a 250–300 page memoir? That does feel monumental. And maybe you think there must be years of journaling, hours of writing alone (cue the tortured writer meme), and a clear sense of your “big story” before you can begin.

Many folks have the itch to write about their life but they never get started because those expectations feel overwhelming. But what if the path forward was made of smaller, more manageable steps—and you didn’t have to walk it alone?

Try Guided Autobiography – to Write Yourself Towards Clarity & Confidence

There is a different way to write about your life in a less intimidating way. The official name for it is “Guided Autobiography” (“GAB” for short.) Or, as I like to call it, “Guided Life Story Writing.” The GAB writing process is a methodology developed by psychologist Dr. James Birren, a pioneer in using life review and reminiscence to capture memories and increase self-esteem through writing. Led by a certified facilitator (like me!), participants explore universally relatable life themes such as family, work, turning points, and money. Each week, participants write a two-page essay on the assigned theme and then share those stories with each other in a confidential and supportive environment. Because each essay has an assigned theme and is limited to less than 1,000 words, there is enough structure to provide guidance, but not so open-ended that writers feel overwhelmed. And the workshop facilitator guides the process to ensure all people are heard and feel validated. 

What Traditional Memoir Approaches Miss 

Using a guided writing process with a group departs from writing a traditional memoir in the following ways:

1. You Don’t Have to Know the Whole Arc

• GAB allows you to start anywhere in your life—not from birth
  
• Themes help you find shape as you go
  

2. You Don’t Write Alone

• GAB is community-based; you’re heard and witnessed
  
• Reading aloud becomes a moment of validation and connection– and leads to you feeling more confident about your story
  

3. You Gain Insight, Not Just Pages

• Writing for reflection—not publication—is a mindset shift
  
• Often, participants experience deep clarity or healing
  

4. You’re Gently Held by Structure

• Weekly themes and prompts remove decision fatigue
  
• The structure frees creativity rather than boxing it in

My GAB Story

As a certified Guided Autobiography Instructor, I was required to go through the GAB process myself, writing and reading aloud a total of eight essays to my fellow instructor trainee cohort. I’ve been a professional writer and editor for over a decade—and still, the experience was deeply meaningful and eye-opening. Why? Because although I’d penned countless case studies, magazine articles and executive features, I had never told my life stories, spilled out my truth, considered my life more deeply, and clarified the narrative I’d been carrying for years.

And this is the “secret sauce” of guided life story writing, and how it differs from the more solitary act of memoir writing: my story spooled out, one essay at a time, alongside a group of caring individuals whose only goal was to support and uplift me and my story. GAB has a firm no-critque rule for the written essays, so it doesn’t matter if you aren’t a skilled writer; that’s not why we gather. There’s no debating motif selection, the Oxford comma or story structure. Instead, we gather to witness each others’ journey and provide encouragement along the way. And as your narrative guide, you have my word that we’ll honor that process to create a safe space for your writing. 

GAB as a Different Kind of Memoir Path 

You don’t need a publishing deal to start writing about your life. You just need a safe place, the seed of a few stories and a willingness to begin. Guided Life Story writing offers reflection without overwhelm, and a chance to be seen—not just as a writer, but as a whole person.

Sound like something you want to learn more about? I invite you to contact me or download the flyer for my upcoming Guided Life Stories Workshop. 

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