I write for myself. I have a short story anthology out there: Ron's Sourdough Shop ISBN 0-595-17971-1.
My father, Henry Vermilyea, died when I was four. My mother, Edith Vermilyea, died when I was ten and my brother, David, died while I was on active duty. I never got to know David. My sister, Marie Sliger (Vermilyea) lives in Marysville, CA.
I was adopted out of the Vermilyea family when I was ten. My sister got to remain in the Vermilyea family. In those days, 1948-1949 people didn't talk to their kids about death and dying.
I knew when I was eight that I was gay, although I had no word for the term back then and no one to talk to about homosexuality.
I am a divorced man with three wonderful children.
I have been through a lot of therapy and still have the need to talk to a therapist. The kid in me is still hurt. His sixty two year old buddie tries to heal his wounds. So far I have done a good job.
3041 Melrose, a novel, is a work in progress. I am fortunate to have a retired editor friend, who lives in the area, that is my writing mentor. I have other short story rough sketches in the computer.