I think a lot. Here you’ll find a lot of these thoughts in the form of social commentary (satirical and non satirical) & articles I am too chicken sh*t to submit as op-eds. I’ll also be posting tales from my glory days as a street kid/grifter or stories from foster care that range anywhere from humorous & inspirational to downright horrific. There will be typos.
Adolescence is an awkward time for everyone. Going through it in fostercare only magnifies the awkwardness 10 fold. Mortifying moments put on full display for all the staff and residents in a group home are commonplace.
Excerpt from Driftwood Book 1 Chapter 14: Tales of the Fallen. Age 14. A violent altercation between the staff and residents at a group home leads to a story that perfectly depicts the complicated relationship between foster youth and the police.
Excerpt from Driftwood Book 1 chapter 14: Tales from The Fallen. My friends and I were taken to the Fulton County Children’s Shelter “for our own protection” and ended up in more danger than we could have ever imagined.
Full Chapter from Driftwood Book 2. Age 16. After a massive oral and lung infection knocked me on my butt, a kind old lady took me to live with her daughter’s conservative (Quiverfull?) family in the North Georgia Mountains. This is that story.
Full Chapter from Driftwood Book 2. Age 16. A street kid from Atlanta moves in with a rural conservative family and adapts to life on a farm. A story that seems like it was taken right out of a Little House on the Prairie is a chapter from my real life.