We are all blessed with two birth parents, and if we are lucky one or two of those are positive role models and on board for at least some portion of our lives.
If we are really lucky, we may have the good fortune to score another mom or dad figure, someone who appears virtually out of nowhere, as fate or serendipity might have it, and takes us under their propitious wing.
Such a thing happened to me in the form of a bright, spunky, and emotionally generous woman named Joanie Arnesty, who helped me through the veil of darkness that infiltrated every corner of my being. As a child of a German-Jewish Holocaust survivor, my mother’s past of suffering and filled my own life with perpetual sadness, which I found difficult to eviscerate. There was scant laughter in our house and constant retellings of what my maternal family had gone through in World War II and how many of them had perished in the Shoah.Read more on tinybuddha.com