…ds: welts…belted…welted. I could reach right DOWN to things that happened…really the fuck happened. Not a lot … but enough!…not dad, but my mother. The twist that has been so hard to reconcile with the pain and terror…is…is that she did it with the best of intentions…because she loved me. I have no doubt of that! Her own life was so traumatized and stunting that in the most pressing of …
I know, right? With me, it was both. They raised us the way their parents raised them because it was what they knew. We had no question that we were loved and treasured. But oh my God, punishments were hell. You’re very welcome.
Have you ever tried playing guitar with the sounds of nature? I think one of the most beautiful sounds in the world is hearing a guitar playing softly while gulls shriek in the background and waves crash on the rocks.