There's a movie that came out many years ago called "The Best Two Years" that is intended for Mormon audiences. The title is derived from the fact that so many missionaries have described their experience as missionaries as "the best two years of their lives." For me, my mission was hard, perhaps two of the … Continue reading The Mission Years (’01-’03)

I moved back to Murray, UT and back with my mother in January of the year 2000 having turned my life around, so to speak. I'd left drugs. I'd left stealing. I was doing better with my sex addiction issues, I think. I was trying to be as straight arrow as a person could fly. … Continue reading The Murray, Utah Years, Pt. 2 (’00)

I believe it was November 1997 when the money to keep me in the Utah Boy's Ranch ran out, necessitating my departure. Since my mom was a single working parent and less able to keep tabs on me (at least that's what I'm assuming was the rationale), I was sent to live with my dad … Continue reading The Provo, Utah Years, Pt. 1 (’97-’99)

I don't remember exactly how long I lived at the Utah Boy's Ranch. I think it was about 2 1/2 months. I remember the day I got there, though. I was stoned... as usual. I remember I had tears rolling down my face when they cut my long hair off shortly after I arrived. I … Continue reading The Utah Boy’s Ranch (’97)

(So... fare warning... some of what I've written below may be a bit strong for young people. You might want to read this before sharing it with children.) First Murray, UT House I love the mountains. I love that great escape--high above the rest of the world, far from "civilization"--an escape where I feel I … Continue reading The Murray, Utah Years, Pt. 1 (’92-’97)

Sometime during the middle '80s (with big hair, perms, and striped tube socks all the rage), the company my dad was working for decided to dismantle its advanced technology department, leaving everyone in the department, including my dad, without a job. Having entrepreneurism biologically baked into his bones (my grandpa was a successful entrepreneur in … Continue reading The Ohio Years (’87-’92)*

I was born in Salt Lake City, Utah on Christmas Eve morning 1981--the youngest of seven children born to my mother, Elen, and my father, Frank. Though I was born in Utah, my first exposure to that beautiful mountain-west state was short lived, as our family moved to Connecticut in January of 1983 when I … Continue reading Birth & The Connecticut Years (’81-’87)

Egotistical. Pathetic. Screwed up. Predator. Abuser. Manipulator. Danger to others. Sick freak. ...Pedophile. Exactly the waste of flesh I thought he was. Not someone I want any person I care about to have anything to do with. Watch out for him. Don't listen to him. Don't trust him. Stay away from him. Lock him up. … Continue reading 2019-03-17 — Preparing to Leave the Foxhole

Ever since I was a little child, I've had a hard time saying the words I love you. I think I even remember one of the first times I said the phrase. It was to my sister Heather when I was probably 9 or 10. I remember how hard it was for me to say … Continue reading 2018-05-24 — Do I Love People?