In 1967, a young married mother of three abruptly discovers she feels a sexual attraction for ather woman. Her marriage erupts in violence, and her family is thrown into chaos. Narrated in third person, this is the opening story of Barbara Ritchie's memoir. From there, the author uses first person--often present tense--sharing dramatic points of her life that shaped her; but, as shards, the pieces fall where they may. The twelve stories and vignettes in this collection are all true, though the names and some locales have been changed.
Barbara Ritchie lives near family in Vancouver, Washington and Portland, Oregon, where she worked as a therapist the last twenty-six years of her forty-two year career in the mental health field. This is her first published book. She presently is writing a novel.