Rise of the Storyteller 35: Stained Glass Light

There were four ways to get to college, as described to me by mother when I was a freshman in high school. 1) You were born rich, filthy rich, and it was paid for by your parents. 2) You got perfect grades from sixth grade to senior year and you got a scholarship. 3) You… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 35: Stained Glass Light

Rise of the Storyteller 33: Conditional Love

A man once told me a mother’s job is to teach the child about unconditional love. The father has a more difficult job. Of course, the father loves the child unconditionally, but he must teach the child about conditional love. He must hold the child accountable for his or her actions. If the child doesn’t… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 33: Conditional Love

Rise of the Storyteller 29: The Mother of All Writing

My freshman year of high school was a rough one. It was peppered with fights and attitude, sleepless nights and more sleepless nights. It was the year I found out I was bipolar. It was the year I learned how not to be treated by a girl. It was a year filled with destructive patterns… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 29: The Mother of All Writing