I was born just before Pearl Harbor in the city that Buick built; my parents called me Demeter.
My father enlisted in the army by the end of the next week. My mother metamorphosed into Rosie the Riveter. She moved to Ypsilanti to build B-52s seventy-five miles from where I lived.
Because it was wartime, rubber for tires and gasoline for automobiles were scarce. Mother came seldom to the home of my caretaker, grandmotherly Ada Petite. Abandonment became my issue.
I came to understand that Demi wasn’t looking for her daughter, lost in the underworld. Demi was looking for her ‘inner child’, the soul lost in the midst of war, parental neglect, alienation, and alcoholism.
Wait a While is my story!