The End (of Summer)

This time of year always gives me a melancholy feeling. Summer happens to be one of my favorite seasons, despite the heat and the bugs. Far back as my childhood, Summer was more than a season-it was a feeling of freedom, the shackles of the past being lifted and a brief time to stretch beforeContinue reading “The End (of Summer)”

Love is an overrated thing

Hear me out. Love can be a good thing. But in many cases, it can also be abusive. For many years, I tried to remain a good son to a vile, abusive woman who was supposed to be my mother. She abused me, physically and mentally, telling me I was worthless as anything but herContinue reading “Love is an overrated thing”