I began writing Dr. Beare’s Daughter to tell my children and grandchildren the wonderful story about my growing up years in Celina, Ohio—living at a Doctor’s office, summers on Grand Lake St. Marys, the places I had traveled, the people I had known.
As I wrote, my feelings about that time came flooding back to me, and I realized that the wonderful story was fiction. The true story was about how my adoption had colored and complicated my life and the painful truth began to lay itself naked on the pages.
Surprise!
Writing the true story is painful.
SURPRISE!
I decided to publish it—Spill my guts into the world—Let the chips fall where they may.
SURPRISE!
I’m braver than I ever imagined.
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