You've seen Sevendust in concert more times than you'd care to remember.
At 13, I had pretty extensive back surgery to correct scoliosis. The scar goes from right below my shoulder blades to right above my ass crack and used to look a lot gnarlier than it does now. But, as a super skinny teen growing up in Florida, I wore short shirts and didn’t care who... Continue Reading →
When I was a child, my daddy was my daddy. I didn't question why I had a different last name because his last name was long and hard to spell. He was from Iran. I thought I was Iranian too. When I was about 8--I think that's the age you make your First Communion--my mother... Continue Reading →