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Because I Knew You Were Mine

A Memoir of Forgiveness

Because I Knew You Were Mine is a powerful narrative that explores the depths of childhood neglect and reveals the path toward healing.

Who is my mother? Who is my father? Where do I belong? Abandoned by her mother when her father left for World War II, young Patricia Stroberg had no answers. When her father returned, it seemed she might have a family after all. Yet her hopes were shattered by a mother mired in mental illness and a family shrouded in secrecy.

This memoir unpacks one woman’s journey from trauma to healing.Pat chose to focus on the power of forgiveness to build a life of purpose: founding a multimillion-dollar business, raising a family, and serving her community.

Distinct yet universal, Because I Knew You Were Mine inspires all those seeking hope that the scars of our past need not dictate our future trajectory.

“Patricia shows how we can move into a full and joyous life no matter how painful our past has been… This book can help us move through the darkness into the light.”

– Gladys T. McGarey M.D., Author of The Well-Lived Life

“This is an incredible story about personal resilience, an indomitable spirit, and finding great purpose. Through God's grace, Patricia has overcome devastating childhood trauma and overwhelming adult hardships to find a life full of purpose, joy, and generosity."
– William “Bill” Bedrossian, MSW, President & Chief Executive Officer Covenant House International

  Author Patricia Stroberg  


Born in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1940 and raised there, Pat still sees herself as “Just a girl from Ohio.” Quickly, from her writing, you learn there is a lot more to this upbeat, confident, and sharp woman. She moved to California as a teen, married at twenty, became a mother at twenty-two, a company co-owner at thirty-one, and its president at forty-five. Pat’s childhood was lonely, sad, and filled with loss. Parented by her emotionally distant father and neglected by her imbalanced mother, Pat’s extended family and paid caregivers provided the sense of belonging needed by a young girl. After finishing high school, she married the boy next door. To their delight, they had a son a few years later. The couple started an injection mold business for the plastics industry. Pat worked almost every position in that company at one time or another, and their business flourished. Her marriage and starting their company filled some missing emotional pieces initially. Still, it proved to repeat many of the pains of her childhood. After twenty-six years of marriage, emotionally battered and seeking a light at the end of the tunnel, Pat divorced her husband. Once sole owner of the company, Pat excelled as its president and grew her reputation in the industry with this multi-million-dollar business. She cracked the glass ceiling and became an esteemed member of the “Top 100 Women-Owned Businesses in Southern California.” Raising her son and later collaborating with him in the family business are the sources of Pat’s greatest joy. Wherever she is, receptivity to learning characterizes Pat’s outlook. Books, mentors, employees, colleagues, travel, and spiritual wisdom keep her growing. Her purpose, efficiency, and generosity stem from these. Providing leadership, guidance, and loyalty to many individuals and profit and non-profit organizations has been a constant thread throughout her adult life. Pat became an author at eighty-two, writing her stories for others to read. Her first book, Lady You Got Balls, and the latest, Because I Knew You Were Mine, grew out of a daily journal Pat kept since she was sixteen. Documenting the fantastic and the mundane over the years has validated personal growth and facts, honed her storytelling skills, and given fodder to her stories. Pat’s honest, candid, relatable, and humorous accounts reveal a raw journey through emotional anguish, trauma, financial success, and healing. Pat lives with her dog and several visiting friends at her Covina Hills home. She loves spending time with her son, daughter-in-law, and two grandsons. She plays bridge, travels, and sings in her parish choir. And she still writes in her journal daily.

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