Back In the Days Part 3…

8th grade was the worst year of my life emotionally. ┬áIt felt like I had gone from on top of the world to the bottom of the barrel being stepped on by every living creature imaginable. I was a wreck...but I couldn't let anyone see that. But then again, they never asked. My parents told... Continue Reading →

Back In the Days Part 2

By the time I had reached spring of 7th grade, about half of the boys in my grade had sucked my breasts and a couple tried to do more. I recall one very persistent guy asking if he could finger me while I was at the water fountain, but I informed him that he wasn't... Continue Reading →

Death Becomes Her…

....Victory. Death becomes her victory... that's what happened when my mother passed on this day 2 years ago. Her death was not sorrowful, it was purposed, and I think she knew it. As I'm sitting now at my Godfathers funeral, I hear everyone talk about how great of a man he was and while I... Continue Reading →

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