“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ~ Maya Angelou
Dear Reader,
This year, I decided to begin writing my memoir, thinking I could skim lightly across the edges of my family estrangements, as though casting stones over the surface of a dark lake. But here in my sixties, I see that it’s impossible, for their vast, tangled roots aren’t just fleeting moments in my story – they are my story. Roots that have shaped me, haunted me, and taken me decades to confront.