Everyone brings their own perceptions when reading a book about a real person. At the end they will take away whatever they wish.

My mother was the tough-as-nails disciplinarian who showed very little to no emotion. My father, on the other hand, was a study in contradiction. He was the fire, hell, and brimstone preacher, while also being incredibly gentle and forward thinking. I identify with him a lot.

I've always been very outspoken and a supporter of the underdog, because I'm one as well. I

Thanks to my son, I've learned to laugh at myself. Laughter has been my saving grace.