The story continues fall of 2020…
The memoir series continues with the 2nd installment, Insane Roots: The Missing Pieces.
Readers will follow Tiffany, now a teenager, as she navigates her way through the wake of her mother’s many con-schemes in an attempt to discover the truth behind the mystery of the woman who left her behind.
And so, as promised, below is the first of many glimpses of what is to come. Thank you all for your continued support and patience. It has been a long wait, I know, but soon you will understand why.
Insane Roots: The Missing Pieces
Introduction (working excerpt)
In the summer after my eight grade year, my mother disappeared. Something she had done many times before, but this time there was one detrimental difference.
This time, she left me behind.
It was rumored she hooked up with a local biker at a bar in Rockford and planned to hit the open road for the rest of the summer, but knowing my mother, if that were true, she wouldn’t be with him long. He would either become suspicious of her intentions or she would bleed him dry and move on to the next. It may sound harsh, but reality is not always pleasant.
The fact is that no matter where she was or who she was with, there was no real trail to follow and there wouldn’t be for years.
I thought the first book would be the hardest to compose, seeing as I was a child in those pages and my recollections were foggy at best. However, I was fortunate to have had the help of loved ones to fill in the blanks.
This time, there were years and years of missing pieces and no one who knew anything about where she was or what she was doing.
My mother remained missing for the duration of my high school years. At a time when I needed her most. Milestone after milestone without her to share them with. There were homecoming dances, boyfriends, sporting competitions, and all of the usual coming-of-age moments one would expect in a young teenage girl’s life.
What was she doing all that time? And how in the world would I be able to find out enough (if any) to write a book about it?
And here is where it becomes a bit comical…
The one thing I know to be true about my mother, is that no matter where she was or who she was pretending to be, it was a sure bet that she would meet up with law enforcement somewhere along the way. Depending on how serious the crime was, they may never discover who she really was, but I also knew that she had a habit of reusing her aliases by mixing up first and last names or perhaps using one of her real married names with a previous first name alias or visa versa.
All this is good information, but it didn’t point me in any good starting position. After all, my mother had 27 known aliases at this point. That is a lot of name combinations!
And then I remembered one night hanging out with a few friends that gave me just the jumping off point I needed. We were talking about the book and the number of aliases my mother had been arrested under and decided to go to Mugshots.com to see how many we could find. Three of us searched simultaneously on our phones and began yelling out as we found them. There were so many, spanning years!
This is where I needed to start.
I began going through each listing one by one, cross referencing the date/location of her arrest with the name(s) she was using at that time.
Once I had a list of dates/locations and names, I was able to start narrowing down where to start digging for information on what she was doing during the time she was missing.
And let me tell ya, my mother did not disappoint!
While I was battling my teenage angst, my mother was living a whole new life, several of them actually.
A part of me was delighted by my investigative skills and relieved to feel like I had finally made some headway in piecing it all together.
On the other side of it though, I felt a bit defeated. I wonder now if perhaps it was better not knowing.
During the time she was gone, I think it helped to believe there was some legitimate reason she left me behind. As if that made it better.
It was certainly better than what I now know.
I thought I had worked through my resentment for my mother and for the most part I have, but I think there will always be a piece of me that will never fully heal from the abandonment I felt when she walked away.
And that’s okay, because it is the reason I am writing this today. It is what made me who I am and why I have chosen to share my story. For all those years, I felt like I was the only one fighting this battle. The loneliness I held on the inside was crippling and held me back from so much for so long.
Until the day I realized I wasn’t alone and that everything I was feeling wasn’t something to be ashamed of or hidden away from the world. It was a message to share, because you never know who may benefit or what kind of inspiration it may offer to someone else in the same position.
So, as with the first book, this too has been an emotional journey and a growing experience. One I had not anticipated, but that I am extremely grateful for.