ABSTRACT
Until I was forty-three, I would have said with absolute certainty, “I am not, nor could I ever become, a lesbian. I know exactly who and what I am.”
One year later I fell in love with another woman. I was to experience more passion, pain, isolation, and turmoil than I had ever thought possible. Th rough it all, my life was to become clearer and brighter … and I was to grow wiser from my experience.
