I remember how I used to wait for my mother to feel ready enough to take me back. But I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting...

I caught him lying about money, women—you name it—and we argued about almost everything. One day, I asked him a simple question only to be

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It would take about two days to reach my mother, a small sacrifice for being there in her time of need.

But it is also known for being smack in the middle of the Bible Belt, where children say “yes, ma’am,” and “no, sir,”...

As we built our life together, I was excited to learn that I was pregnant in July of 1990. Dreams of whether I’d be buying blue or pink...

Even though my parents got divorced when I was in kindergarten, they ended on such good terms that there was not too much struggle for me...