Not a get-rich-quick scheme

In the end, the act of writing a book must be its own reward

Days before the Covid pandemic began in earnest, in March of 2020, I began writing a memoir about my childhood in Buffalo, NY. I wanted to tell my story of growing up, the youngest of six in a big, Irish family, with a witty, Army veteran mom, my sister Ellen, who had kidney disease then considered terminal, and my father, whose alcoholism and infidelit…