Reliving The Hardest Parts of Our Past
One of the hardest chapters for me to write was about what happened in a blue Volvo when I was about 5.
It’s one of those #metoo stories I never told.
Buried in my subconscious, it first raise it’s ugly head, when in my teens, my boyfriend and I played at having sex.
When authors talk about it taking a year, or more, to write a book, they’re not wrong, For it’s stories like these that slows us down.
