My Name is Ken

Last night, I attended a young-persons' open Alcoholics Anonymous meeting as an observer and cried. I visited as part of a group, but for me, this was more than an educational experience. It was personal, and it was intense. I'm not an alcoholic. At least, I don't think so. Maybe I'm an alcoholic and don't … Continue reading My Name is Ken



How long has it been since I had any time to write? Truthfully, I don't even have time now. I've never been through so much hell before, especially hell of my own making. I am reminded of my last semester at my university. I declared a second major four months before graduation and vainly assumed … Continue reading Hiding