When Dash was 4 1/2 years old his father and I broke up. I dealt with the death of our marriage and moved on but Peter stayed angry, eventually turning it toward his own house, teaching our son, day by day, bit by bit, to reject me. I spent a quarter of a million dollars and twelve years in court, at first trying just to see him and then trying to get him help. I wrote this book as the last gift to my wonderful, brave, brown-eyed son, Dash.