The Silence Was Part Of The Story

I Compromised My Ability To Tell My Story, At The Most Basic Level.

A Person Who Deserves My Loyalty Receives It.

The Portrait Of My Parents Is A Complicated One, But Lovingly Drawn.

I Have No Doubt That Over The Years My Children Will Find Plenty Of Things About Me To Criticize. But Something Tells Me That Twenty Years From Now Not One Of Them Will Sit On Some Therapist's Couch Complaining Because Their Mother Didn't Spend Enough Time Vacuuming Up Glitter.

At Home In The World Is The Story Of A Young Woman, Raised In Some Difficult Circumstances, And How She Survives. It Tells A Story Of Redemption, Not Victimhood.