Kindred Spirits

As an adoptee, I never met my father. He died when I was in my twenties. For most of my adult life, I’ve been haunted by the small bits and pieces I learned about him, trying to make a connection to a ghost, to fill in a black hole in my identity. I didn’t deal with it well; I made bad decisions, I drank to fill up the black hole, I clung to some bad men, and some equally damaged but good men. I had a daughter who also became an alcoholic and worse. Eventually enough crises crowded in on me to get myself help, and I became deeply involved for years in various twelve-step programs. I credit them with saving my life and bringing me to a state of serenity and self-forgiveness I never imagined I could have. My humor, black as it sometimes got, was the other pillar of survival for me, and I’ve long wanted to deal with these personal issues, and explore the world of 12-step recovery, with all its glittery face paint and darkest shadows, its dark journeys that sometimes, miraculously, it seems, lead to the coveted light, the state of serenity. I’ve created Kindred Spirits and these characters to do that, in a way that I don’t know has ever been done. Incorporating the good, bad and ugly into an edgy heart-felt comedy that I believe will attract those who have suffered, and those who are. I have hind-sight of years of that journey, and I think I can do it justice. Also, like my protagonist Marty, I’m a ghost-writer.