My sister and I wrote a memoir about our family’s struggle with mental illness. I’ve been trying to compose this post in my head for months now. Nothing sounds right. Nothing captures what I’m really trying to say. I want to be witty, yet poignant. I want to explain exactly what this means to me without sounding boastful or braggy.
I’ve got nothing.
So I’m going to say it — I’ve published a book. A book I’ve poured more than 20 years of my life into making — a memoir about my mother, her illness and its effect on our family.
And it’s for sale on Amazon.com.
I’ve got more to say about this, but right now this is all I’m capable of. Check it out here: