Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time — How I Wrote Amaskan’s Blood

Once upon a time.

Growing up, those were words uttered by mothers right before bedtime. They were synonymous with family, with love.

My Dad & I

When staying over at a friend’s, the mother would crack open a storybook to read to us, something my father didn’t have the time to do. Once upon a time meant an escape—a dive into another world where adventures and magic existed, where mothers didn’t disappear or lie, where I didn’t have to raise myself. But...