I’ve been told that I should be a basket-case. If you ask me, from time to time, we are all basket-cases for various reasons. But what people seem to really want to know is how I managed to escape fairly unscarred? Bottom line is I decided that the legacy I had to pass on didn’t have to be the one passed on to me… I could create a deliberate legacy… one of joy, one of laughter and hugs, and one where memories were worth saving. So, despite what I started out as, what I’ve become is a survivor – of state foster care, of incest and sexual abuse, of a volatile marriage and subsequent divorce, of an exceptionally dysfunctional family, of 6 miscarriages, and of the consequences of my own bad decisions. My life is not problem-free. I cry. I get angry. I argue. I don’t always listen. I sometimes lack discipline. I also laugh a lot. I love a lot. And every now and then, and with a lot of encouragement from my wonderful husband, I think that maybe my life might be an inspiration for others.