My Story

THEY CALLED ME CRYSTAL. They were young teens. Just runaways. Smart enough to cross the country to evade her abusive father and his military draft requirement. Dumb enough to not…

I named it DAY ONE. In my personal narrative, my date of birth is known as DAY ONE. I don't know when I started calling it that, but it's been…

Once upon a time, in a rented attic apartment in a frigid northern city, a five pound baby girl was born in secrecy to a very young mother. Within two…