“Let’s be honest, open and brave!”
“Soul on the Run” available everywhere (Balboa Press)
For most of my life I thought my childhood was the epitome of healthy wholesomeness. I even thought I had the stories to prove it. As a writer, stories are important to me. They are the source of our history and they illuminate how we become who we are. It was in revisiting these stories from a new vantage point—one removed from the myth of family perfection—that I have begun to see the truth. My childhood was not a safe place of nurturing, unconditional love and acceptance.
I also thought that everything that had been “wrong” with me—my sadness, the empty feeling at my core, my addictive behaviors, my self-doubt and my choosing of self-abasing relationships—were the “luck of the draw,” or just bad choices . . .