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My father…

My father…

My father was a Rage-a-holic, verbally and physically abusive, and more…Drama “King” is an understatement.He seemed to derive pleasure from inflicting pain and humiliation on the rest of us. As a child I could not stand up to this man… Had to put up with this “bully”...
Loss Of My Father

Loss Of My Father

I recently lost my father, and it brought back a lot of repressed memories, I now find myself day-to-day wondering why and what I could have possibly done to deserve such treatment. I have tried committing suicide multiple times but someone always saves me. I have...
Multi-Tool

Multi-Tool

Oh the delights of a renaissance man!One who shares such talents and toolsUnexpected in their wide divergenceFree from social norms and rules The hippie who embroidered daisiesWherever he found tears in his clothesThen stained glass called to his artistKaleidoscopes...
The Silent Voices

The Silent Voices

Sitting proudly on the seat of my first bicycle, a “refurbished junkyard special,” I yelled back excitedly to the silhouette standing in the driveway. “Look, Daddy, watch me, I can ride my two-wheeler all by myself!” As I rode off feeling confident, with a...
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