Success means different things to different people. Writing success to many means having their writing published by big time publishers. Some are happy to self-publish and have a limited number of copies sold.

Success to this writer is writing a chapbook of poetry–a memoir–self publishing it, distributing it to my children and older grandchildren and having them love it. I am easy to please.

Imagine my surprise when my granddaughter, Kara, told me (via the phone) that her husband was reading the poems to their children as we spoke. Another granddaughter, Erin, told me via Facebook that she read the poems every night and loved them.

Horatio Peter Borge, Malcolm Carroll, Alice Lambert, etc., you are now officially remembered by your family. It’s a good feeling and worth all the hassle involved to produce a book. Actually, it was a booklet–81/2 X 11, 34 pages, and bound at Office Depot. They did a good job.

Those of you out in internet land, think about doing something like this for your family members. Of course, it doesn’t have to be poetry. Do a short memoir, or a long one, for that matter. Your family will be happy you did so.