My father brought us to Vero in 1971. I have lived here longer than anywhere else. I have made friends, fallen in and out of love, sat lonely by the ocean, taken care of both of my parents, and my dog, all while teaching third grade. I have survived kidney cancer, several major surgeries, a stroke, and major depression, all while taking care of everything else over the past fifteen years.
That is why I am sorely in need of a different perspective, where I am not seeing ghosts on the streets.
I got my first taste of liberation when I finally moved out of my dad’s house in an “exclusive” gated community on the barrier island, and settled in my little house of healing over the bridge.