Well, I took a little time away from this page, settled into my career and embarked on a ridiculous challenge of Cannabis Infused Orgasms. It was completely over the top, although tastefully done...for the most part. But the lesson is that the challenge I embarked upon sparked something in me and I’ve once again found … Continue reading Sifting Through the Ashes
It was a scene I had only imagined as a child. My grandmother's house bustling with people, the smell of freshly percolated coffee piping from her stove-top, the aroma filling the tiny apartment. How this space held her, her husband, and their dozen children, I couldn't comprehend. My childhood had been the complete opposite - … Continue reading Chapter 1 – Sins of the Father
Well, I've apparently run out of steam, after only a few days, mind you, on telling you my story. It's not that I couldn't face the facts of my reality, it's just that amidst the rape and intrigue, I've realized that my life is just not that interesting to me. It's just "life." So, the … Continue reading Cage of Souls Revisited
As I think back on my life, I often wonder if things were different when I was a child, perhaps I would've turned out different - less hard, more gentle. I can say that I was a relatively happy child and my childhood was pretty normal. Although I knew my family loved me, it wasn't … Continue reading Part 2 – The Government Agent’s Wife
I've decided to share my story. It's less about entertainment and more about therapy. Perhaps you can relate...although, in many cases, I hope you can't. I'll start at the beginning and end somewhere near the present. Not sure how many posts this will take, so keep an eye out. My Beginning It was a warm, … Continue reading The Government Agent’s Wife
Continuing to write fiction...one day at a time. If I were a different type of person, I could likely find a reason for such treason. I could blame my parents for being too strict, perhaps, in some cosmic sense, I'm to pay for the sins of my father...and maybe even the sins of my mother. … Continue reading The Adulteress
I've decided to start writing again...I don't really understand why I ever stop. I suppose it's because it drains me to think about topics and, then weave words that desire to be read. But here I go...again. "I am an adulteress." I repeated this to myself, as I searched the reflection in the mirror for … Continue reading New Fiction
I fell asleep reading Homer, woke up thinking of Marlowe, and wrote an ad for gin. See...THIS is why I love marijuana! "Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ilium?"