January 10, 2010The day this picture was taken I was ten years old and no that’s not a blunt in my hand. At this age my father was murdered and soon after I began a life of crime, alcoholism, running away, sexual exploitation all kinds of things a kid shouldn’t face. My way of dealing with it [...]
December 28, 2009One of the big stories this year was the rash of teen deaths in Chicago. Murders sadly are an accepted part of life in America. I was the victim of my own father’s murder when I was 10.
Tonight my 12 year old son Daniel came back from a sleep over. Everyone was in the living [...]
