Return to Seal Beach
It has been years since I’ve been back to Seal Beach, though I’m there again when someone tells me about their experience reading Kathryn’s story. I can hear the sounds, smell the damp gritty air, and feel the pier under my feet as I walk out to Ruby’s, or at least where Ruby’s was when they tell me about my story and what touched them with humor or sadness. It is like a long-overdue family reunion, I revisit the nuns and the CPS office, especially Karen. The authenticity of the story I created and the ups and downs of the people, the moments of heroism, like when Race stood up and gave a passionate speech to Mother Elizabeth, the speeding on the freeway slipping through the gears in her Mustang, is all there among the words and pages as my dear reader talks to me. It is my hope that aspiring writers can have that same experience one day with their readers. “Chase after life with the drive of an eight-year-old chasing an ice cream truck.”