Someone who recently read my book “Choosing Life” told me that my story made her angry at my parents. After a moment of enjoying the empathy, I realized what I had to tell her. The dysfunction did not start with my parents. It goes back I don’t know how many generations. Let me tell you about my mother’s mother, Gram. Gram’s mother died when she was in third grade. School was over for her. She was sent to live with her…..
Everyone has someone in their lives, especially in childhood, who tried, and for the most part succeeded, in making our lives miserable. I just had a few more of them, and, perhaps, mine were a bit more colorful. All I know is that whenever I shared my stories with people, they told me that I should write a book. It only took them 71 1/2 years to convince me. Never give up. I survived because I learned to laugh at…..