When I was 15 my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car but I found them. That month I drove my stepdad's Thunderbird Super Coupe into Manhattan every day and I would crank Cypress Hill as I flew around the city racing the taxis.
My life comes down to three moments: the death of my father meeting my husband and the birth of my daughter. Everything I did previous to that just doesn't seem to add up to very much.
