I grew up in a dysfunctional family.
My life was a mystery even as I lived it.
Thank God I have four sons. The mother/daughter relationship is one of mankind's great mysteries, and for womankind, it can be hellaciously complicated. My mother and I are quintessential examples of the rewards and frustrations, and the joys and infuriations it can yield.
Don't like small talk, love rainy days.
To me, at forty-four years old, my book was a search for truth and identity.
Although I was raised Jewish, my upbringing didn't include any formal religious education or training.