Month: April 2019

This past week, while my son’s quesadilla was frying in the pan, he ran into the living room to get the episode all set up. When everyone was settled and ready, he clicked play. We saw acts which ranged from touching to beyond ridiculous, but at the end, there was one performer who touched me above any …

It’s Hard to Dream When You’re In Survival Mode Read More »

Recently, I found an old journal entry that pinpointed a time in which my confidence as a writer, already fragile due to childhood abuse, was completely submerged into an abyss of hopelessness and self-doubt; it reads as follows: “…When you said we could never go anywhere with my writing, I died inside. You became the …

Eluding Would be Murderers of the Soul Read More »