Gosh, it’s sure been a while since I’ve written. It’s like the further I go into healing from my childhood the less I write about it. I end up frozen and defeated and feeling less than alive, and quite often wonder if my brother made the better decision by ending his suffering. Knowing what I... Continue Reading →
Letters to my brother 1
My Dearest Brother, It’s been so long since we’ve had one of our talks I decided to continue them the only way I know how and that’s through writing. Remember when we were kids and you made such great efforts to shield me from the bad things in life? I never understood the true meaning... Continue Reading →
My Life, My Story 