"Life is a journey of self-discovery."--Ashok Gollerkeri
This is my debutante photo. I was a little younger then. It was taken in 1961 and I look a little different now. Oh well.
I loved being a debutante: a beautiful gown and a glamorous event with me, the center of attention. What eighteen-year old girl wouldn't?
I was queen of the ball for one glorious evening. A new social circle opened up for me. I was also a college student learning about things I didn't know existed: art, literature, creative writing, classical music. I was on the cusp of adult life, on the path to independence. Seven years later, tragedy struck and my life fell apart.
Now, almost fifty years later, I am a grandmother, former teacher in Scientology schools and now an activist against Scientology. I've had lots of time to reflect, write, and unlearn unworkable mindsets of old. I've written a memoir about my thirty-four years in Scientology, ESCAPING FREEDOM, which should be published soon.
Although my coffers may be empty, my riches are inside. I know who I am deep down and I have many good friends. I've learned the power of gratitude and have learned how to make friends with the most important person I'll ever know... me. I'm still a work in progress and that's okay. I may be old and creaky but at last, I'm real.
"Once you are real, you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."--Margery William, Velveteen Rabbit.