I Grew Up In A Dysfunctional Family.

Don't Like Small Talk, Love Rainy Days.

My Life Was A Mystery Even As I Lived It.

To Me, At Forty-four Years Old, My Book Was A Search For Truth And Identity.

Although I Was Raised Jewish, My Upbringing Didn't Include Any Formal Religious Education Or Training.

My Therapist Shared A Theory She Had Come Across, And I Liked It. It Held That Before Making Your Next Journey In This Life, Your Soul Sits At A Large, Circular Conference Table And Chooses The Souls Who Are Going To Be A Part Of Your Life. As For Which Particular People Would Be Chosen, I Figured They Would Be Individuals From Previous Lives With Whom There Was Still Unfinished Business.