People have often told me when I share details of my life that I should “write a book.” I have often thought the same thing, but where would I start, and, what would I call the book? What would I include or omit from the book? Do I really want to memorialize and share the details of that which I have tried in vain all my life to forget and obliterate? For what purpose should I write a book when I have no problem remembering or reliving the details of my life?
The following is the start of a journey. Where the journey begins or ends I do not know. But if you are looking for a book that you can read while cuddled up in front of a warm, cozy fire, complete with a happy ending, I make here no promises or apologies if your expectations are not met.