DoozieLife

Many things have been on my mind lately… My future as a parent and as a partner in a relationship, my career and wondering if I can weather the storm between unemployment and building a business, and just hoping I make the right decisions for my family.  However, as I look to the future, I realize that I cannot forget my past.  I grew up a child of the late sixties, a time of free thinking and wild living.  I was molded by abusive, alcoholic parents and saw and experienced things children should never have to endure.  I’ve been told many times that I have a story that should be told, and as I get older, I understand now is the time to begin.

If you feel so inclined to read it, I will be putting together a rough draft of my story.  This will be on a separate page, simply titled “My Past Life.”  I strongly believe a book will come of this, but I can’t foresee how long that will take.  There are huge gaps in my childhood, places and time that simply do not exist for me anymore, leaving a past that is choppy and incomplete.  For now, these gaps will just have to be left as they are, although I hope to fill in the blanks as I go through this journey.