Everything here is my original writing, whether poetry or creative nonfiction, and it is all true, as well as my memory can produce (and I have a mind like a steel trap).  My late employer, mentor, psychoanalyst, friend, and surrogate father–and mother (I was not the first to give him a mother’s day card), Dr. David Siddens, often introduced me as “a recovering orphan,”  which made me cringe, athough I understood he had his reasons for it.  Much of what I write has its roots in my upbringing , how it has shaped me, how I still try to understand myself and others–especially, God…and how my children and their families are my world.

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