Amber, I've just read your book; I felt your frustration and anger, and the cry behind the words...help! I connected with your anguish of being a giver, always THE giver holding the family together, and all the while desperately wanting a life of your own. Your words leave a haunting sound of hopelessness. At the end, you wrote...he starts to scream and pound against the walls; I was poised, waiting for your voice to lead me... mehr anzeigen
Amber, I've just read your book; I felt your frustration and anger, and the cry behind the words...help! I connected with your anguish of being a giver, always THE giver holding the family together, and all the while desperately wanting a life of your own. Your words leave a haunting sound of hopelessness. At the end, you wrote...he starts to scream and pound against the walls; I was poised, waiting for your voice to lead me ahead...for the rest of the story. You have a grand way around your words, you write with an intelligent eye, and this should carry you far. I am glad we connected and I had the privilege of reading your story. Wa do, Elizabeth