Melissa Gilbert

My life was a mystery even as I lived it.

Don't like small talk, love rainy days.

Although I was raised Jewish, my upbringing didn't include any formal religious education or training.

My mother, whom I love dearly, has continually revised my life story within the context of a complicated family history that includes more than the usual share of divorce, step-children, dysfunction, and obfuscation. I've spent most of my adult life attempting to deconstruct that history and separate fact from fiction.

I grew up in a dysfunctional family.

Thank God I have four sons. The mother/daughter relationship is one of mankind's great mysteries, and for womankind, it can be hellaciously complicated. My mother and I are quintessential examples of the rewards and frustrations, and the joys and infuriations it can yield.

To me, at forty-four years old, my book was a search for truth and identity.