Escaping The American Nightmare
I wasn’t raised in a family that espoused The American Dream. More accurately, you could describe it as an American Nightmare. Alcohol and prescription drug abuse; hidden, deep, ugly family secrets; and widespread, epidemic verbal and emotional abuse were the daily norm. Writing about families NOT like mine became my salvation and my sanctuary. The only way I could survive sometimes was to hide myself away in the bathroom and write myself out of drama and into a happy life.
When I became an adult––a legal one, not the six-year-old one I became in my house––I made a wish that if I ever found someone to give my damaged heart and spirit to, it would be someone who had the antithesis of my upbringing. He’d be from a big family and devoted to the family dynamic; he’d be NORMAL ( this was a biggie!) and he’d love me despite my hang-ups, faults, and neuroses regarding commitment. I didn’t care if he was a chief bottle washer or the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Money and status meant nothing to me; normalcy meant everything.
And it still does.
I wrote my new book, 3 WISHES, in two weeks. It felt as if I were writing in a diary. The reason the story came to me as quick as it did was because it was the story I’d written as a child. The San Valentino family is big, loving, loud and raucous. Like the Musketeers of old, they are all for one and one for all––the kind of family I’d wished for as a child. The kind of family I knew I belonged in. My heroine, Chloe San Valentino, made a wish for the type of man she wanted in her life. He’d be a healer; fall in love with her in an instant, and have Heterochromia Iridis ( two different colored eyes) just like she had. A tall order, especially in the eye color department.
But wishes have a way of coming true if you believe in them. And Chloe did.
The dedication to 3 WISHES is to my husband and states, “For Larry––YOU were my wish come true.”
And he was.
If you believe hard enough, wishes do come true. You just need to believe.