Driven by her life-long dream to find her maternal family in Japan, as a young girl Alice faces the darklings of her demeaning childhood, and as an adult, fights for her life back through self-discovery.and with her newfound heritage.
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This book is a true story, and a total collaboration between husband and wife - memories full of tragedy and triumph, contributions of both in the "telling" and the letting of tears are equally shared in the penning.
But ultimately only one person can be the "teller," so even though the actual written words are a collaborative effort, this extraordinary experience of life and lessons are told as only this story can be, through my wife's eyes.
I must also add that those eyes generate three loves in me:
1/ my personal affection rooted in the privilege of having witnessed her life's victories after a childhood of defeats
2/ infinite love of our family - immediate and extended
3/ the embers she continually keeps glowing in me for my love of writing
Without all, I am incomplete. And in touching the pen to paper together, I realized another form of intimacy with my wife I never knew existed.
The events about to unfold are Alice's, of which I was but a "bit player." The miracles within are hers and arrive with uncommon regularity from her drive and desire to "never give up." In the end, this drive is the power that fuels her soul and finds triumphs in life I can only aspire to . . . she is truly "a spirit that cannot be broken."
Table of ContentsThe Daughter's First Dance with Daddy
ABOUT THE AUTHORSHIP
"make believe," or "make me believe"
the end of the beginning
out of the darkness comes light
two halves make a whole
dream castles do exist
christmas in the spring
ding dong, buddha's dead
"never" finally comes
japanese ants, florida roaches . . . and blood
my god and dad's god . . .
how "it" all began
to "protect and serve"
you can't stop the rain . . . or puberty . . . or dad
there is no "school" like an old "school"
possessed, possessions . . . . or both?
and the "hits" just keep on coming
the truth wins out
one photo equals two memories . . .
do you believe in miracles . . . ?
bury the dead and not the past . . .
homeward bound, the circle complete