Not Scared Of Hell

On drunken nights my mouth brought my dad satisfaction, other nights my bed would be his urinal.   I’d lay there perfectly still pretending to be asleep waiting for it to end. In the mornings, I’d awake to the slaps of my mom for being a baby and wetting the bed.  But I kept the secret.Continue reading “Not Scared Of Hell”

Thriving in Coronavirus

One of the things that prepared me for a lockdown in a coronavirus world was growing up in a home with two alcoholics. I grew up to constant yelling of one parent belittling the other. The other parent screaming from the pain of being punched in the eye. It was an insane way to growContinue reading “Thriving in Coronavirus”