daddyrecovery

When I was a child, I hated the flavor mint. Apparently, it is a rite of passage for children to genuinely believe mint tastes like toothpaste. In truth, it is a very adult flavor: often, appreciated as life chips away at the freshness of circumstances, which makes you look for it in an ice cream…

There we were high, in a random house, because Josie believes the world is her friend. With another person, I would, immediately, say that jumping from one strangers house to another while more baked than a cheesecake is not a good plan. In fact, it is the beginning of Netflix Doc, where everyone is being…

All my life humor and music have been coping mechanisms. It is why I started Diandra Reviews It All, and now I start my own journey as a singer and writer with MY STORY in the forefront. For me, a song and joke were the equivalent to a bulletproof vest and a dagger against my…

My father was a bigamist, narcissist (like an actual one!), drug addict, con man, and, in the years to come, I would realize a hood-rat loser.  That being said he was very educated, smart, and handsome, which meant he knew how to cover up all those things until he did not. Moreover, he was just…