Light at the End of the Tunnel: A Memoir

In 1995, Sallyanne Monti was a 34-year-old mother of four, married to her husband of fifteen years, living on Staten Island, New York, an island in the Verrazano Narrows Bay.

When by an act of fate and via a misdirected email, she met Mickey Neill, a 44-year-old human resources manager, married to her husband of twenty years, living 3,000 miles away in Alameda, California, an island in the San Francisco Bay.

The rapid progression of events that led to their whirlwind friendship would test the bonds of matrimony, sexuality, and love. In the wake of a deluge of tears, pain, and dismal reality began the journey known as the Light at the End of the Tunnel.

The tunnel was the three thousand miles that separated them. The light was being connected, preferably in the same two square inches, or more realistically by phone, email, or computer, if only for a day, an hour, or a minute.