The Back Story
Time and again, the very nature of life brings us face to face with reinvention. It‘s something we cannot escape. As we cross each new threshold we evolve towards new beginnings. Growing up in the ideal town of Santa Barbara, California was perfect, until I was up-rooted at age 16 with a move to a Native American village in the far northern wilds of Alaska. My father worked at a government base 200 miles from Russia. This is where I spent my last year of high school in a classroom with 12 native Eskimos.
There, at 17, I was noticed, coveted and “claimed” by a powerful Mafioso 20 years older than me. He was a powerful man in America at the time. He had the power to decide which companies would get the multi-million contracts for building the Alaskan oil pipeline.
He saw me, coveted me and decided I would be his wife. My life quickly became a fast lane to chaos; politics and uncertainty. By the time I turned 21, I had given birth to three children.
My world came to an end when my two-year-old son was killed. That same night our house was burned to the ground, in a Mafia deal gone bad. How does one deal such deep loss? My heart said, “God please take me, and stop this torture.” Over the course of many months I passed through different stages of wanting to live or to die. My heart was dead. The emptiness was so incredibly deep. I went inward to seek spiritual peace. I knew I had to leave this marriage but was filled with fear and uncertainty. It took another five years to gain the courage – then, I escaped.