Chapter 3 Trans-Atlantica is my drug of choice. The Beatles required LSD to write inspired music and I need Trans-Atlantica. If I am sitting safely in Washington, I haven’t the slightest urge to put pen to paper or sing a note. But ship me to London and all of that suddenly changes. Instantly I find…

CHAPTER 2 All that we worried about never came to pass. It was only the unimaginable that caught us like storms in the night and crushed our spirits and dreams for years. I absorbed my mother’s concerns like any sensitive child. Health, success, normality–aren’t these universal concerns for any daughter? But I absorbed them thoroughly…

Chapter 1 How does a Trans-Atlantic woman appear in this world? What circumstances of ancestry, upbringing, and experience create her? Why does hurtling herself between continents in a large metal container seem as normal to her as crossing the village street seemed to Jane Austen? In answering these questions I may find some clues to…