My name is Dina. I decided to write this blog in order to spill all the nasty stuff that has been eating at my guts for forty years.
Forty years ago I ran away from home. I thought I was not merely escaping from a terrible home situation, but going forward into a better world, a kinder world where there would be love and peace and respect.
It was a rude awakening. This blog is about what happened to me when I was sixteen and on the road. It’s written in the voice of that sixteen year old girl, who has been asking me to let her out, set her voice free, let her tell her story–all of it. So I have given her permission to tell her story. It may not be pretty, but it’s real.