I began my life as a small child. I attended schools and birthday parties and family functions. I had broken bones and good grades; triumphs and failures, and life swirled around me. But the first time I ever felt that I was truly myself is when we moved to Sonoma County. I was fourteen. Perhaps that was just the timing of geography and hormones. Perhaps if we'd moved to Portland or Denver or Chicago I'd feel the same-and written-about those places. I don't know, can't say, and don't care: for better or worse my life has unfolded in Sonoma County and I've written about it. What follows is this...