In honor of Independence Day, I thought for the first time I would post a chapter from my memoir-in-progress. This chapter covers events that occurred 27 years ago – to the day.
A little background, since this is Chapter Eleven:
I was 14 years old. At the end of May, 1984, I had been sent from the west coast of Canada to Florida to meet my biological mother, Suzanne (39.) When I arrived, I was informed that I wasn’t there to meet her, but to live with her, her two daughters, (Angie, 11, and Rene, 7,) and Suzanne’s boyfriend, Jeff (29.) Continue reading