🟠 Help Me Publish This Memoir
A personal invitation from Eric Glover. I didn’t start writing a memoir to publish a book. I started writing because I was afraid the stories would disappear.This is the book I’ve built—story by story, memory by memory.If it moves you, laugh with me. If it haunts you, share it. And if you believe stories still matter… I could use your help.
🧠 What My Grandad Forgot—and What I Won’t
Grandad Ben could crack a watermelon over his knee and a story wide open with just a grin. Alzheimer’s stole his punchlines—but not his presence. This post is my promise to remember, to keep the forge lit, and to roar loud enough that no one forgets him again.
🧠 Why I Wrote My Memoir Before It Was Too Late
This memoir wasn’t written for publishers. It was written to fight the fade. For my grandsons. For the town that’s no longer on the map. For the memories that crackle like porch steps and Gorilla laughter. If you’ve ever felt something slipping, this is why I picked up a pen.
🧠 They Forgot. I won’t.
Dementia runs in my family—but so does defiance. My granddad forgot. My dad forgot. I won’t. This post is a punch thrown at forgetting, one memory at a time. If you’ve ever watched someone fade, this is what it looks like to fight back—with ink, grit, and a Gorilla’s roar.