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The Memoirist

My Father Was a Rockstar — And an Asshole

A story of addiction, abuse, and everything in between

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My best friend sat on my unicorn canopy bed and listened as my dad loudly strummed his guitar. The amp made the walls of our tiny home vibrate until my head throbbed. Quiet time was a rare luxury at my house.




We publish memoirs, personal essays, and fictional memoir. Creative stories unpacked from the nostalgic hope chests of our lives.

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Missy Crystal

Missy Crystal

Working through my trauma one story at a time. Thanks for joining me on my journey.

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