Things are moving along with the book. Last minute jots and tittles, and so many thanks owed to eyes and minds superior to my own. As I write this, birds are singing their mating and killing songs just outside my window. And as seems always these days, the sound of sirens in the near distance. Life- a crisis in the making.
Here's a small blurb from the book-
You never know what life’s going to hand you. Things can
be going along well for awhile, then BAM! Life can seem so full
of promise sometimes, IF you’re born into the right culture, in
the right century, into a family with some means, and with a
little luck. But even luck often fails you, sometimes drastically.
I wish my children well. I wish all children well. So what?
When you get down to it, good intentions aren’t worth squat.
The best intentions do not in the least mitigate the harm we do,
inevitably, to the children we create. We know our children
will suffer and die. That makes all parents criminals in my book.
Every last one of us.