“The packed lounge chanted my name and like a doe caught in the headlights, I turned to see they were all looking at me. “What the hell is going on?” I thought and a rush of panic moved through me. “Karen, Karen, Karen,” they all chanted, then the horror revealed itself. “Could Karen please step …
Abuse and the Melodious Word:Singing, How Hard Can It Be?
This article has been removed, but I have left my song here if you’re wildly interested in hearing it all 🙂
The Sewing Machine: And Scissors
A howl rose up behind me and I turned to see the scissors standing upright in my sister’s foot. Don’t know how it happened. I was nowhere near her, and I didn’t know it then, but that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship… click here to read more. Good morning every one. My story, …