I loved this memoir. This was an illuminating Father / Daughter story, unique in its setting, and the fact that Alysia was raised by her single, gay father in San Francisco in the ’70’s and ’80’s. Maybe it’s my current orientation, but what I really took away from this book was the sense of motherless-ness (if that is even a word). This memoir was written with so much self-awareness. Abbott took twenty years to distill what was going on during her upbringing and her father’s death. Her willingness to admit the conflict of emotions she experienced as a young woman was honest and brilliant. Her father comes across as brilliant, caring, loving, and human. When I picked this book up, I couldn’t imagine the family dynamic described on the back cover, but after finishing it I felt connected and so appreciative this memoir was written.