I Grew Up In A

To Me, At Forty-four Years Old, My Book Was A Search For Truth And Identity.

My Mother, Whom I Love Dearly, Has Continually Revised My Life Story Within The Context Of A Complicated Family History That Includes More Than The Usual Share Of Divorce, Step-children, Dysfunction, And Obfuscation. I've Spent Most Of My Adult Life Attempting To Deconstruct That History And Separate Fact From Fiction.

Don't Like Small Talk, Love Rainy Days.

I Grew Up In A Dysfunctional Family.

My Life Was A Mystery Even As I Lived It.