One Page Per Day

While online I found a site the stores your writing....one page at a time, and sends you a remember to write just one page a day. As I told you it is a goal of mine to write a book, so I joined and here is my first page... Enjoy (I hope!)
~Marsha
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Introduction...
It was in my home I learned what love was, could be and how it could make you do and tolerate things that you could never imagine. And I am thankful for the lesson, an experience that I share only with my sisters, I find myself at a lost for words when I try to explain my upbringing to others. I lived in a home somewhere in between the Cosby's and the Adams family. Often the things that happen in my home was made for t.v. and other events we tried to keep shielded by the four walls.

While many of my peers were the product of a broken home, mine was not however on a clear day you could see the cracks. Some cracks went deep and others just brushed the surface, but with the strength of my parents and the confident women they created we keep it together.But since the start of the new year, the cracks grow less important as the health of one of our cornerstones declined. As we try to keep things from falling apart, it was the lessons of love and strength that have helped us continue and create on the memories. And with the lost of my father, I have started to question our relationship and how it has impacted many of my decisions in life but mostly importantly in love.

So it is my intent to explore the father-daughter relationship in the African American community using my experience a guide to how women both with and without male role models navigate their romantic life.