It all started when I was named. Because it is a fairly unique name (particularly back when I was born) I was beaten up a few times for it, but it also opened doors for me as a writer--and still does.
It’s a sad, all too familiar story: harsh, distant, alcoholic father, sensitive, shy daughter always seeking his love and approval. Although there were flashes of kindness, most of my dad’s feelings had been buried long before. Even as...
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