I can remember being a little girl maybe eight or nine and doing something to break my dad’s trust. I can’t conjure a memory of what exactly my offense was which is probably because it didn’t warrant such a consequence. 648 more words
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I am going to take my throwback Thursday to wrap around to this past weekend. Let’s go back to when I was a child…
Growing up, I don’t remember a whole lot about my father, except for him drinking a lot and never really being active in our lives, at least not sober. 608 more words
“Sometimes I feel so small and alone that it’s like death.
Yes, that’s what death is–the place where you can’t trust anybody.”
– Jonathan Carroll, Voice of Our Shadow