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Bonjour! I’m Louisa.

For the past twenty years I’ve worked as a magazine journalist, editor, copywriter, and authored two memoirs. Some of the wonderful places I’ve been published include Vogue, The Sydney Morning Herald, The Age, Sunday Life, Body + Soul, and many more…

I recently discovered my late father’s hand-typed French memoir in a Melbourne library. His tales of living in post-war Paris explained a life-long love of all things French, and convinced me even more about the value and power of writing. Words can cross time and reach loved ones decades after we’ve gone. How wonderful is that?

My second work of non-fiction, A Letter From Paris is about uncovering my late father’s life in France through a pile of handwritten letters found in a Parisian attic and my journey across the world to put together his story.

Memoir as a writing genre is defined as: a collection of memories.

Writing A Letter From Paris cemented my love and passion for this genre, so now I’m working on a very special course for others looking for a step-by-step process to write their memoir.

In the end, all we get to leave behind is our story.

Let’s make it a beautiful one!

Louisa

A Letter from Paris…

What would you do if someone you thought you’d lost forever,
sent you a message from Paris…?

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