When someone is trying to kill you, you don’t always know that it’s happening.

After Edmonton, it was more of the same…but a horrible accident, almost changed everything.

After moving back in with my Mom, the good times didn’t last for long.

A house, a yard, and food on the table. It was like a dream for us. So, when Mom asked us to stay, it became very confusing after all that we had been through.

The journey to Edmonton started with incredible anxiety, but ended with unbridled joy.

Life was different with Dad, so when Mom started coming back into the picture, the pull of her familiar brand of chaos was shockingly strong.

A new school, a name change, and the return of my Mom…

Things got better when Dad came back…but that doesn’t mean they were good.

Being left behind was nothing new, but this time it was different. It felt permanent.

Suicide always seemed like the answer for my Mom, and I got caught in the aftermath of her pain.

Pills were a big part of my Mom’s life, and a temporary escape that pulled us all down.

Horrible things were a staple of my youth. A beaten mother, an abused life, and the loss of a pet in a brutal way were only the beginning.

As a little boy I didn’t realize the devastating effects that one bad man could have on my life.

The Devil doesn’t always show up with horns, a pointed tail, and carrying a pitchfork. Sometimes he’s walks in with a smile, a compliment, and a party to go to.

And sometimes the Devil even has a human name.

This one’s name was Dale.

The path for my destructive childhood started with my Mom’s horrible upbringing. The abuse, neglect, sexual assault, and medical malpractice she experienced laid the groundwork for the torment I would face growing up.

I have a complicated story of how I went from extreme poverty to a successful career as a TV executive. It’s heartbreaking and tragic, but somehow I was able to escape the madness and find my way. Join me as I explore my unique life.