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

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

...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...

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

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...

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...

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