Jane Faraco Bio SURVIVOR


Jane Faraco is the author of SURVIVOR, a very personal memoir of a sweet looking, sad eyed child who graces the cover.

Her daddy drank and so began the cover up.

There were always secrets. “No one must know. Never tell a soul.” In her memoir she does tell, she shares with you her struggles and the secrets about everything!

SURVIVOR, tells the story of her life as a child of a successful, yet emotionally abusive Irish-American, serious binge drinker and a extremely chilly, highly aristocratic mother who had little time or interest in her child. Having had little nurturing and less in the way of guidance, Jane was confused about who she was or about how to be.

She nurtured herself by binge eating. At eight, she discovered the sleep inducing effects of Dramamine, at twelve, amphetamines, much later, pot and alcohol with a cast of characters in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, the Hamptons and finally in Summerplace in Vero Beach. The addiction was always to more, more of everything and to serious partying. Roles were played, mistakes were made, disasters happened, times were high – too high.

When the pain was so great, she thought she might never climb out of it she found a recovery group and the love and nurturing she had always longed for, who she was underneath it all and in the end, the love and the willingness to help others.

She knew she had a story to tell and the ability to tell it. And so began her writing journey. When this very personal writing got tough, the idea that it might help others pushed her on. Jane has gone from merely surviving to absolutely thriving.

It turns out SURVIVOR is a, “cant put it down, page turner.”

Jane and her husband Jim have lived in VERO Beach for 14 years.

For information about SURVIVOR Book Study Groups and Speaking Engagements, please contact Jane at


SURVIVOR is available at The VERO Beach Book Center and AMAZON.

You will need mentors. You will need friends.

I tell my medical students to appoint a “board of directors” — three to five people — to guide their decisions on career and life. I also tell them to build at least three communities of friends. The communities can be work, a church, golf buddies, dance friends, etc. If you lose one community from job loss, retirement or divorce, you have others to support you. Also, having large, diverse groups of friends makes life more fun and interesting. — James Horton, 67

Find life mentors, not just career mentors. Find people who are good at the art of living, the wise ones, and tell them you want them to be available. They do not need to be friends. Then keep in touch, watch them, listen to them, learn from them. Steer clear of people who are paid to do this or imagine themselves to be gurus. Steer clear of anyone with too high opinion of himself or herself, lacking in self-deprecation or a sense of humor. Find the authentic ones who are a bit surprised you picked them out. You need several. I have been lucky enough to find them. They have made all the difference. — Patricia Hunt, 72

Why Would Anyone Live This Way


Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
You been out ridin’ fences for so long now
Oh, you’re a hard one
But I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt you somehow
Don’t you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy
She’ll beat you if she’s able
You know the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet
Now, it seems to me some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can’t get
Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home
And freedom, oh freedom, well that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don’t your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shine
It’s hard to tell the night time from the day
You’re losin’ all your highs and lows
Ain’t it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin’, but there’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you (let somebody love you)
You better let somebody love you
Before it’s too late.
Songwriters: Glenn Lewis Frey / Don Hugh Henley
Desperado lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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