. . . During the course of my life, I’ve experienced both the need to break free and the need to find safe harbor. I’ve created linked pearl drop memories for my children and grandchild through my stories, and I’ve been the innocent child tying flowers together myself. I’ve been the spider flinging lifelines in the air that trail the faces of passing people in the hope of connecting to safe shelte...
Paperback: 286 pages
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (February 20, 2017)
Product Dimensions: 8.5 x 0.7 x 8.5 inches
Amazon Rank: 11578062
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, and finally, I’ve been knit together by the scars of both physical and mental pain, hoping for a future when those scars assimilate into healthy flesh and fade away. My family assisted me in those times in ways that they weren’t aware of themselves, in essence weaving together what binds us like a silkworm’s web or a desert southwest Native American’s baskets, a final product that drapes, enfolds, or protects in beauty . . . What else are the double helix strands of DNA but chains that link us genetically backward in time to our ancestors, up to our present blood relatives, and on into the future with our children? Family, though, is so much more than genetic links, and particularly so in my own family, just as the chains that bind us to each other are so much more than the negative metaphorical chains that we feel the need to break . . . So introduces the author Tracy Plath’s autobiographical memoir written in poetry and essay forms, exploring forty years of circling round from a happy early childhood through childhood abuse by a neighbor, a fragile self worth and emotional disconnection leading to the cloaking grey veil of clinical depression that spiraled down into thoughts of suicide, abusive adult relationships, the death of a child, divorce, the many quiet tragedies that confront all people, and the many miniscule steps forward that finally led to a place of peace for her, secure in the silken weave of family, and a new home with an old love.