Tag Archives: consciousness

This story doesn’t begin with “Once Upon A Time.” It sometimes reads as nonfiction or total fiction. Even when it’s perceived as true, it’s not always what it could be. This story is not in at changes by the second. … Continue reading →

During early sobriety, because I had no idea, I would do anything to define who I was. Others had molded my identity since childhood. The molding started when I was twelve. My father died in a car accident one Friday … Continue reading →