Triggers of trauma

“This is my family. I found it, all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.”

Fresh air, finally

I am now free to try again to live up to my own potential.

Farewell November

I detect an expanding category called: Pain I imagine I must be inflicting on my child.

Movin’ Out

I am moving out of my house on Tuesday, November 2. Election Day. I elect to run away from my problems. Again. The House on Morrison Street still has my name on the mortgage, so I’m going on faith that Mark will do his best to try and make the payments. His mother, Rene, will […]