So this (2021) is the year I mark 6 decades on Earth. Or to be perfectly correct, I enter my 7th decade of life. And yet I look in the mirror and see a woman who is more youthful, if pretty ordinary looking.

I’ve survived a lot. Lived a lot. The younger folks around me often challenge what I claim to remember of the remote corners and times of my life.

By any standard my life has been incredibly complex, privileged and flat-out miraculous at times. I’ve heard more than one person say that it would make for a great book – and they are not wrong. The books I’ve actually written are all fiction. This blog will be fact as much as my memory allows it to be.

Welcome to a record of my journey.