LISA AUDREY COHEN - WRITING YOUR LIFE STORY

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 We all have events in our lives that imprint upon our memories. Some are happy, some are sad. We all have regrets of what was and what could have been. We all experience and surrender to love whether it is a lifetime commitment or a night of passion.

Our memories are sparked by the scent of cooking, a song, a place we return to where we spent our childhood.

While some of us walk a straight line (the job, the career, the partner, the kids, the house), others take detours. They travel the world, have various partners and live one day to the next. The paths we take bring us to people and places where we settle, build a foundation and a LIFE THAT BECOMES OUR STORY.

For over 20 years, I have been ghostwriting for those who want to share their life story. Whether in their twilight years or their prime, they all possess A SLICE OF BRILLIANCE. 

Their life experiences are fascinating and through an intense interviewing process that takes sometimes a year or more, I am able to SCULPT AND SHAPE THOSE MEMORIES INTO A PUBLISHED MEMOIR.

MY CLIENTS BECOME LIVE BRANDS with their own website, blog, photoshoots, social media, book launch/signing and the comfort of knowing that their children will truly understand where they came from and the journey they have taken to get to the present.

As your PERSONAL GHOSTWRITER AND BRAND MANAGER, I will walk side by side with you, step by step, word by word and we will venture to a place neither of us have ever been.

What’s your story?

lifeisyourstory@gmail.com


                                         


                                              


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