My Perfectly Flawed African American Mother

My mother died the day before my birthday in 2014. Not a great way to look forward to a birthday celebration, right?? My birthday is exactly one month from now and her death will be three years on the 24th of July. I am a poet, spoken word artist, and definitely a writer on many…

I was a Child Thief…Until being Arrested Scared me Straight

My Life, the short Version My home life wasn’t good growing up.  I didn’t have any father figures or mentors and my mom was never mentally healthy enough to teach me things about life and what I should do or don’t do in the world.  We moved around a lot because we was always getting…