Last week was a weepy week

The exercise of writing this book came with some realities. And they were painful. One of those realizations is that I feel awful that I know Charles better now than I did when he was alive.  I thought I knew my child.

Conversely, I’m glad I have something that helped me understand who he was and how he struggled.

I had to decide which songs to leave in and which ones to take out. I was even tempted to edit one or two of them. They showed a side of him I wasn’t sure I wanted you to see. And … Read more...