When my mother died, I had an overwhelming panic that along with this most beautiful person, I had also lost my history. My history as a daughter, my history as a child of the 60s and 70s…well, a history of ME. So for my children, for my siblings, for anyone else who may feel the same, I am writing down my history as I remember it. My mother would have most likely had insights that I will miss, but I am pleased to offer these stories to my children. I am holding their history close to my heart.