In 2013, I was at my bottom. I had exploited my favorite drug to its finite but frustrating conclusion and I was left once again with nowhere to go. In spite of a nagging feeling I was doing something wrong, ... But, it fed my addiction.
I was born into a family that appreciated music. Everyone played something or sang, or both. On family trips, no matter who we were travelling with; the music was always cranked loud and everybody sang. As a small child, I loved singing with both my mother and father. My little brother grew into a fabulous... Continue Reading →