Underneath My Armor

Then this afternoon, I found out that a friend of ours had passed away from cancer. And at that moment, I knew I was going to write about my life. Because never had I been so aware of how different my story could have been.

The Day the Music Died

“So I left. And I stayed away for thirteen years. And it was my choice - so I’ve always hated how the older generation would blame my mom’s family, as if they had shackled me to the bed to keep me from coming back. They didn’t - I chose to stay away. But no one would ever dare consider that, because then they’d have to ask why. And if they do, I’m not about to lie to make anyone feel better about themselves.”

The Life Not Chosen

That night gave birth to Eris, the Mistress of Discord. And that night... that night I died.

13.13: Always

Happy birthday, Butterfly. Mommy loves you.

66 in ’12: Tonight, We Were Invincible

I should have done this when I was reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower, but that's done and over with and now I've moved on to a new book: Looking for Alaska, by John Green. To whet the appetite of those who have been reading my blog and those who want to join me…