Turn the Page
This book follows one woman’s life from 1970 to 2025.
It is a story about family, friendships, mistakes, humor, and the ordinary moments that quietly shape who we become. Childhood gives way to adulthood. Relationships change. Some people stay. Others drift. Time keeps moving whether we are ready or not.
With distance comes perspective. Arguments that once felt urgent lose their importance. Old hurts shrink. What remains are the people, the stories, and the small choices that added up while no one was paying attention. There are good years and hard ones, closeness and distance, love that holds and love that fails.
This is not a book about perfection. It is not about regret or blame. It is about living long enough to understand what mattered and what did not. About learning when to hold on, when to let go, and when to laugh at things that once felt overwhelming.
If you have ever looked back on your life and seen it differently than you once did, this book will feel familiar. It is a reminder that time moves fast, memory is selective, and the things we forgive, remember, and carry forward shape us more than we realize.
EXCERPT
I worked that night and then decided I was celebrating something, even if I did not know what. I was dressed as a witch. Cheap hat, black dress, the whole thing. After my shift I marched straight into the cantina and started drinking margaritas. They were good, too good. Ten margaritas later, I was good and drunk and ready to wobble out the door.
That is when I noticed him.
Panic hit me hard. I scanned the room and spotted a man sitting alone at the bar. He became my lifeline. I sat down beside him and said, “You know me. We have known each other a long time. Act like you are happy to see me.”
To his credit, he did not hesitate.
“Hey, how you been?” he said, like we were old friends catching up.
He nailed the part without even warming up.
I leaned in and whispered, “Be careful looking over your shoulder, but there is a guy back there who has been following me all night, and I’m a little scared.”
He glanced back casually and nodded. “Got it.” Then he ordered me another margarita.
Number eleven. As if I needed it.