Victoria Riskin

At some point, I don’t remember when, I had a burning desire to write this book. Like most memoirs, mine too begins in childhood. When I was six years old, my father suffered a stroke that left him partially paralyzed and mentally impaired. My world, which until that moment had been idyllic, turned grey. My father died five years later and despite my mother’s efforts to ease my sadness, the grief Read more of this blog post »