I am 53 years old, am a writer, have a husband who loves me and whom I love, a home and animals -- so I've come to a pretty good place all things considered. But I spent a good 20 years in a couple of cults, had anorexia, spent 5 years in a relationship that kept me on a short leash. I write memoir, and I search for the threads of evidence that could at least hint at why I stumbled through so much self-destructive territory. Because it's not just me. It is much too easy to fall prey to group-think, and I want to not only inoculate myself against it, but understand the phenomenon better by understanding how it happened to me better. Then maybe I will have something of importance to share with others. But reasons don't line themselves up in a row. I write because I write. And as I trace my own truth perhaps I will stumble upon clues. Here is Chapter 14 of my current project, memoir-in-progress...my copy-and-paste isn't working all of a sudden, so here's the link: MEMOIR IN PROGRESS
Causes Marta Szabo Supports
I have supported Obama since before he declared his candidacy. I particularly support organizations that advocate for animals.