I’m a firm believer in Virginia Woolf’s maxim that fiction “is likely to contain more truth than fact.”  Yes, I’m gonna tell you my story, but like Woolf, I’m taking the license of a novelist.  Because my story is more than the details and facts, it’s the amazing feelings of regret, guilt, anger, love, sadness, emptiness, fulfillment, happiness, laughter, and falling in love with life again at 51, with some crazy twists and turns of the plot along the way.

All characters, events, and places are figments of my imagination – or they are in large part – so please don’t attempt to extrapolate more than they are. Any resemblance to anyone you think you may know, places you may have been, or events you may be reminded of is symbolic of the connection we all have with the human struggle to ride the waves of our lives.  Basically, you are me – Sophia. Your friends are my friends.  Your children and parents are my children and parents.  Your husband is my husband.  And – if you’re lucky enough – your lover is my lover. We are all on this journey together.  Hang on tight.