The General’s daughter, I grew up the youngest of six. Stationed in Germany, we migrated between Berlin, Heidelberg and Nuremberg while taking road and train trips to Berchtesgaden, Garmisch, Italy, Austria, Holland, and Luxembourg. For me, life was mostly a charmed existence while in Europe, although some of my siblings do not share that enthusiasm.
We were stationed back in the states when I was twelve, my father working at the Pentagon. It was a difficult transition for us all. Shortly thereafter, my father retired and did what all retired intelligence officers do – he went to work for Langley.
At sixteen, my mother decided I needed the staunch training of Putney Work Farm in Vermont to cool my rebel jets. Fortunately for me, my father interceded and sent me to an arts college in Paris instead. Cuisine, dance, music and literature refined my world and upon returning to the states I joined a modern/jazz dance troupe in DC. After some time, I became disenchanted with dance, perhaps it was the $80 per week paycheck, and with my father’s insistence went to college to study finance. He thought I needed something to fall back on in the event I had to fend for myself in this fleshly world. It was during my tenure at college that my father died, wracked with cancer he had contracted as a result of his time in Nevada during the 1950’s nuclear testings.I was devastated.
Graduating from college in just over 3 years with honors, I went to work for a brokerage firm in Colorado during the frenzy of the penny stock market. At the same time I also took a part time stint dancing in a modern dance company just for funzies. The market collapsed and I got hooked in with a real estate developer.
Frenzied highs and lows, that market too ultimately collapsed and my boss/soon to be husband and I moved to Sausalito where we bought and lived on a Passport 40 sailboat. Once again I joined a jazz troupe, but when they wanted me to travel, my husband wasn’t too thrilled. That was nixed.
Sailing the Bay, the Delta, down to Santa Barbara, The Channel Islands, and LA was quite an adventure and life lessons were learned. But my internal clock chimed and – CHILDREN became the mantra. Migrating to Half Moon Bay and then El Granada, my number-one-son was born. But California was not terribly embracing, in fact it was rather snobbish, nor was it conducive to raising a child, so we packed our bags and drove back to Colorado.
Colorado saw me pop out two more boys before a very nasty divorce. I was now raising three boys ages 5, 2 years and a 9 month old virtually by myself. Various business ventures allowed me to keep my children out of daycare, which was a priority, and still make a living. Art beckoned me still, dance was beyond my age, so I began to paint.
I met my current husband, became an evangelical, and eventually learned the art of bronze sculpture. See, helenaglass.com. Not one to idle well, I began writing commentaries for my husband’s financial business which ultimately led me to write this blog and short stories. Truth became an obsession. And the more I was subjected to lies, the more obsessed I c=became with worldly Truth. This was – the gift my husband bestowed unwittingly.
Today, as the world turns, my faith in God only grows stronger, my children and my friends and my faith are my fortress, and my husband has betrayed his faith and thus has subjected me to the bowels of divorce.
And I sing, “It is well, it is well, with my soul.”
C’est la vie.