We moved out of the apartment building and into a single-family home. The house had bars on the windows and sat at the top of a slight hill in a cul-de-sac, it felt like a fortress. We had a large yard and the woods ran deep behind our neighborhood. This house was larger than our … Continue reading New house, New school 1990 – 1991
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December 25, 2015 I used to hate her and now I want to protect her. I have some painful memories to share. My lens was that of a teenager. I did suffer things a child never should. But these days I want to understand what my childhood meant, how the hell I turned out so … Continue reading Reflections on my mother
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It's such an odd sensation, writing my grandmother’s last name on the envelope. The same last name as me. I write people’s names all the time but none that link me to them. As I wrote our last name down on the envelope it was as if I could smell her apple dumplings cooking in … Continue reading Letter to grandma
my phone rang... i looked up, startled. i wasn't expecting a call this soon. the only info i gave the P.I. was a name (was his middle name even Martin?). Last known place of residence on Wilshire Rd. that address is forever etched in my head. i had always thought that i would return there … Continue reading Finding my father after 12 years
I tasted grits when we first arrived in Mississippi. We ate at a diner where I choked on a piece of steak. Not the kind of choking where you cough a few times but where you cannot breathe. I clutched at my throat and tried to get my mother's attention. I reached down my throat … Continue reading Arrived in Mississippi- 1990
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