I was born in 1960 in November. Our family lived in San Diego until it imploded in 1963. In that year my parents separated – then divorced. To keep our father from having any custody or visitation awarded, we were taken to Canada to live with extended family on the maternal side of the chasm. Apparently mom and dad had issues and safety was also a factor. In this series of essays (should I follow through with them – an issue of MINE lets say) I hope to divulge all of the biggest pieces of my story as a way of healing myself.