Goodbye, Earl

When I was 12, I watched Grandfather get killed on the news. This is that story.

Runaway Train (Part 3)

Having had my fill of the streets, I come up with the dumbest idea in the history of dumb ideas to eventually get stable… a grown up boyfriend

Two Months (Part Two)

Excerpt Chapter 8:
Age 13. The Anxiety and hyper-emotionality side effects of Depakote proved to be a poor combination for living with a narcissistic foster mother

Two Months (Part One)

A girl from the DFACS shelter taught me the back way into a foster home was through Georgia Regional, a Mental Hospital. She was right. What she didn’t tell me was just how fragile foster home placements were…