the beginning

I am not dillusional in thinking that my life has not been normal. Terrible? I would never assume that my life has carried even half of the burdens that some of my dear friends have carried. Easy? I wouldn't think of putting such a label on the lessons of life. It began early...lessons that, at the time, I had no idea were even important. I didn't expect that their value would put prices on the stepping stones of mylife.

as real as it gets

A week or so ago, my mother wrote me an email. After years of rocky relations and evident disappoint in me, she asked that I list the things that she has done to hurt me. She said that she wanted to address each one. This request, I believed was sincere, however, that she thought that these could be addressed is nearly as amazing to me as the events themselves.

In an effort to be completely honest and understanding that there was simply nothing to lose, I addressed her request. I just hit the "send" button...with no regrets...with nothing held back. How she receives this raw truth will be definitive.