

FrontsI look upon your smiling face And wonder how the space Between us always grew. No, we never knew What could have been.Fronts
Infiltrate my dreams. Nightmares, so it seems. The past is the past And those feelings never last.
But you always have to wonder If we hadn't gone asunder; Feelings not hidden under
Facades and fronts covering So your presence is merely smothering.
Regret. Forget.
Regret.


Autobiography I suppose I should start at the very beginning... before the idea of "Ivy" was even thought up.Autobiography
My father, Stephen, and mother, Betsy, met at a bar. They became friends and soon went on their first date: to a drive-in movie and Crestview Lanes for some bowling. [My dad had a 300 ring. Be jealous.]
Sooner or later they had a son named Blake McDonald.
8 months later my mom became pregnant with me.
One sunny day, Friday, the 13th of May, 1988 on or around Mother's Day, my dad went to work. He worked at the Diamond Almond Company downtown. We
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