I would write it if she weren’t so guarded about her privacy. And ours as well.
It’s interesting that she’s a highly sociable and connected extrovert, and heavy and skilled user of the Net, smartphone, email, and texting; yet she wants as close to zero a public profile on the Net as she can possibly have. That’s why she’s not on Facebook and only has Twitter to watch what others are doing. Even I don’t even know what her Twitter account’s name is.
But I’ll probably write the story, some how, some way, some day. Meanwhile, I do try to be as loving and opposite-of-hateful as I can be.
Life is short, even for those of us who have been young a long time. (I hit 70 this summer.) So I’m hoping right now (for the first time, actually) that a critical mass of boomers, looking at the approaching close of life’s parentheses, will step up and give succeeding generations good and loving lessons on how best to invest the unknown sums of time we have on the planet.