Some Stories Don't Stay Buried

He was born on a stretch of highway nobody remembers.

Some men are shaped by fathers. Some by fire. Jac Winters was shaped by the road and by a childhood marked by a woman who altered the course of a little boy's life long before he understood what was happening to him.

For fifty years, he carried it in silence, hauling freight across North America, letting the hum of the engine and the endless black ribbon of highway keep him from dying in the dark. Now, for the first time, he tells the whole story: the fear, the silence, the slow, painful work of reconciling with it decades later and the people, including a woman named Joanna, who helped him find his way back to the light.

Written with the rhythm of the road and the honesty of a man who has nothing left to hide, this memoir doesn't offer easy answers. It offers something better: proof that a person can be broken and still keep driving. That healing is possible, even after fifty years of silence.
"My heart is a paradox a lighthouse and a storm."

A companion for anyone who has ever used distance to survive.