I ask myself, why am I writing this book? My truest answer is because I have always believed I had a book or books within me, and this is one of the deepest stories I have lived to tell. Therefore, I am thinking to myself, now is the time. I have procrastinated about writing this book. I would set goals to finish by certain dates and it was almost as if once I set a date, I simply stopped writing. Just, today I told myself if you do not write something regarding Never Transparent just forget it. So here I am at almost 8pm in the evening writing because there is something within me that says I must finish this. So here we go. I am writing this book mostly for myself, yet every part of my being says that there is someone else out there who could benefit from it. As I take a good look at my life, although there has been heartbreak, like in the passing of my mother when I was 20 and the passing of my father when I was 24, I really have had a good life. I had my parent's physical presence long enough to gain some major life lessons from them. I remembered the knock at the door of my apartment off campus from college early in the morning on October 13, 1983. It was my sister Sharon, with my brothers Kelvin and Terrill. They had come to tell me that mama had made her transition. Just the weekend before, I had decided I was not going home for the weekend; I was going to stay at school that weekend. My mother called me on that Friday evening, October 7, 1983, and asked me where I was. I said mama, I wasn't going to come home this weekend. She replied, oh no, you come home every weekend moving forward. So, on Saturday morning, I got up and drove home. I don't fully remember what those last days with her were like, but I now fully know that she knew her physical time here was coming to an end, and she did not want me to have any regrets. I do remember staying until Monday and leaving that morning. Just three days later, she would be physically gone. When my siblings knocked on my door, I went upstairs to tell my good friend, roommate and now dear sister Michele that my mother had passed. We hugged, she called my then good friend, roommate and now dear brother Michael her twin and told him to come home from his job, which was just around the corner at the local Burger King, to just see me before I left, and he did. We hugged, and then my brother Kelvin drove my car with me riding with him, and Sharon and Terrill drove the other car back to the city.I attended Oakland University in Rochester, MI., where I obtained my Bachelor's in Science Degree. As we all came together, I said to my brother Sherrod, well, one thing for sure "I am not afraid to become a mother because I learned from the best". I would graduate from college in April of 1984. Quitting was not an option. For Ruth Miller's namesake, I had no choice to, except to gracefully complete and obtain that degree. My mother was a poet and another thing I know for sure is that she had within her a book or books which never came forth. So once again, for her namesake, I finish what I have begun, and I bring forth my first book.