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Who Are the Good Guys?

Miami was sleepy in the ‘50s—nothing like the bustling buildings and energy it has now. When my family moved across town...

When the Truth Came to Be

To me, my father, my so-called “hero,” single-handedly ruined my life and my family, all over a personal dispute...

Yes, I Do

...They also showed me the harsh reality of life and death. Knowing that one day we’d be here and the next we’d not always terrified me...

Leaving Hate Behind

I was born in 1982, grew up in and around Raleigh, North Carolina, and was raised by a mother who lived and breathed drugs...

So, I Was Made Anew

I know she loved me, deep down, but she loved drugs more. When I was little, she tried selling me for $1,000 to fund her addiction...

First and Foremost, I’m a Mother

Being the fourth of fourteen children, there was little love or food to go around in our household, and from an early age, I wanted out...

When Being Strong Was My Only Choice

My father, however, was a very adventurous person. He was not satisfied with what he had and wanted to do something different. Without...