Dear Ruth Emmie Lang…
How did you know? How did you crawl inside my head and pull out thoughts and feelings I had at 9 years old? How did you know exactly how I really felt about my mother?
How did you write the book that has been in MY head for all these years? How did you know? How did we connect without ever meeting?
How did you rummage through and find my deepest darkest feelings and manage to write them down verbatim?
I really don’t know how you did it but I think I am glad you did… I think its beautiful and painful and lovely and horrid to see those words on paper for all to see… I think you are a genius… I think you may be my sister.
Chirp and Flutter 