This is where I put my written works
My mom loved me, I just wanted to state that. I was a difficult kid, hyper, high on coffee, never slept (see coffee) but she was a single mom and with no support. In no way do I condone striking, […]
1969 – Mom and my first scar Read More »
I was 4 years old and standing by the window in the living room next to the black-and-white TV. I’m pointing at the moon in the sky trying desperately to see the moon lander, squinting and asking my mom why
1969 – The moon landing Read More »
Big things happened when I was 4 years old, things I can’t forget even though the rest is just a blur. It was the year of the moon landing, something that still excites me today, and the year I got
1969 – The break-in Read More »