When I was a child, maybe about six years of age or less, whichever, I was old enough to understand that I was particularly captivated by music, but not all kinds. It was in the mid to late 80s, and for some reason, I wasn’t...

Father One more time, I looked out my lair, with tears streaming down my face. My eagle glides through the air, forcing its way through the thick, dark trace, up into the night sky. I’d just left a chapter of my dream to turn a new page, where I could become a better...

It was one of such evenings we wished the tutor wouldn’t show up for our evening classes. The clock ticked on the wall of the children’s parlor as we waited patiently for him to arrive. The time was quarter before 4 pm so he would...

Not all days were bad days with my father. The first time of three occasions my dad ever told me how much he loved me as a son was about 6:00 am after he'd returned from overnight partying, drunk to stupor. So he was on...

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