One year and a half to struggle through 38 years of memories about my daughter and record them in a way that could shed light on being disabled or raising a disabled child. Of course she is not just disabled, she is capable of many more things then she isn't, but still, that is how society sees her. It is her reality. And now, it is her book. She wanted it to be about how her disabilities made her life so difficult and that's what it is. Months of reliving the struggles and putting them down on paper are done. I hope I have the energy or the right contacts to make it available to people who are going through similiar situations or people who want a peek into my daughter's life. That's the next piece. Maybe the right person will come along and do a better job than I could. Anyway, I'm done and I'm not writing another true or sad thing again ever! Maybe romance novels!! Cheers.
I would like to read your book about your daughters journey when it is published .
Hmmm a Barbara Cartlin one about a handsome but nerdy wealthy scoundrel meets a shy ,petal of a schoolteacher on board a ship boarded by pirate scallywags .and it must have a happily ever after.
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