We lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three.

There was a war going on in our house. A silent war that sounded no guns, and the bodies that fell were only wishes that died and the bullets were only words and the blood that spilled was always called pride.

I believe in God... but I don't believe in religion. Religion is used to manipulate and punish. Used in a thousand ways for profit for even in the church, money is still the 'real' God.

There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.

Seek the tarnish and you shall find

Mine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being trapped, the fear of being out of control.

...for everything can come to those who have the desire,the drive, the dedication, and the determination." v.c.andrews