20 years ago, at the impressionable age of 15, I put myself in a situation that I still regret to this day. I believe I was raped. Or believed. Or believe. I’m not sure anymore. Over the course of researching and writing my book, memories long forgotten have started to surface, including some about one… Continue reading Blackout.
To say I had a good childhood would be true...until I was 12 that is. Then shit hit the fan. To protect my family who may read this and for those who know them, I'll leave it to your imagination to understand how a young girl with a bright future chose victimhood, resentment, booze, sex… Continue reading My Past Doesn’t Define Me. It Inspires Me.