This month I turned sixty. I have two adult daughters, three grandsons and two granddaughters. It is a milestone for me in many ways.
Ten years ago, at the age of fifty, and about to become a grandmother for the first time, I found myself, once again, in treatment for anorexia. I was fighting to remain alive, engaged in a thirty year battle with this complex and devastating disorder.
In researching the women of my family for an album I was working on for my daughters