The only thing I ever consistently wanted to do is Write a Book. Real life, my life, but fiction. All the crappy stuff but with more action. I’m 64 years old now, taking care of my 87 year old sweep-it-under-the-rug useless mother who ignored my pedophile father’s acts. A reveal all, tell all book about white America. How America looks at middle income white working fathers and refuses to believe they molest their daughters and assault their sons. How some mothers are so emotionally frozen they ignore their children’s pain. Just let the abuse continue. I’m not alone. But incest is still such a secret. Shameful. And so I hide. But I’d like to expose this ugly oozing sore. Blast it open. Here’s the ugly truth world. Let us survivors unite!