I grew up in dysfunction. I smell dysfunction’s stink in an instant. As an adult, some of the dysfunction from my childhood stuck. Several tragedies later, I recognized my behavior and how my behavior hurt others. My stinky self begged for a remodel. (It remains a work in progress.)
Tag: Murder
A Murdered Man’s Ghost
Before we knew that the young man who lived behind our home was apparently murdered, weird vibes wafted through my back yard, which directly links to the… Read more “A Murdered Man’s Ghost”
Behind a Murdered Man
I wasn’t shocked when a sheriff pulled into my driveway Sunday afternoon—a magnificent Sunday afternoon colored with a blue that only the Pacific Ocean can conjure underneath… Read more “Behind a Murdered Man”
The Muse Pallet 