Today is going to be free of the past. Today, the past can't hurt me.

My father deprived me of any truths about himself. He died without ever letting me know who he truly was. I only knew his facades, basically. And it breaks my heart that he never trusted me enough to tell me the truth.

In my life the right question is simply this: What can I do to be happy today?

Today is going to be free of the past. Today, the past can't hurt me.

It was important to buy into the fact that the nine hundred pages an end-reader never sees are just as valuable as the ones that are bound and placed on the shelf.

I'm a semi-failed writer, but I'm a capital-F Failed musician.

I never wanted/expected to write a memoir, but this life thing, it has a way of sideswiping our worlds, scaring us so thoroughly that our past lenses of contextualizing events don't work - they cease to matter.