A few pictures, as a way of introduction

I have a few photos of my childhood, collected long after it was over. These photos speak volumes about the circumstances of my youth and family life.

Here I am, between 2 & 3 years old, with my mother around 22 years of age.  I’m holding her gun in my two tiny fists.  The strange thing [...]

Calling All Crown Wards

I am looking for people, like myself, who experienced severe childhood trauma, but did not succumb to the stereotype of the “child from a broken home”.
If you read the newspapers, you know that broken homes are the source of the world’s worst serial killers and rapists.  I don’t believe it.  By that logic, I should [...]