When I was first born, I stood on a cliff overlooking Puget Sound. It was so dark the thickness of it masked my presence, mist and dense fog making my clothes a straight jacket. Looking down into the cold, black waters, I felt the desperate pull of death. It was so reminiscent to what I'd just been through. Having Armand pull the life from me ( Read more... )

I'm doing better than most. I'm not bragging. I'm really not. But, if I'm doing well, it has nothing to do with the loudest or even the youngest of us. In all reality, it was Marius who taught me most about surviving on my own. How to grow my wealth, how to grow my art. How to live without a father ( Read more... )