The first time I tasted alcohol, I was 4 years old. This was courtesy of my Dad, who at the time was an imbiber of brown liquids. I hated it. I vomited almost immediately. My Mom was livid, and Dad …
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Daddy issues
To really understand how my story turned out, it’s important to go back to the beginning. A tree can only be borne of it’s seed after all, or some African proverb along those lines, but you get the gist. Picture …
Read more →Someone said that all of us can point to a time, a moment, a season, a decision that altered the course of your life. A fork on the road where a step in a different direction would have meant a …
Read more →Let’s play a game. I tell you one thing about myself, and you have to tell me something about yourself. Deal? I know I know, you are wondering how this works with you behind a computer screen and me probably …
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