But even so, my existence was not enough to save her beautiful soul. To know my story, you must know my mother’s first...

My father owned an ice cream shop a couple blocks from our house. His dream was a colorful candy store but with the blistering heat...

My father left my hometown of Harrison, Arkansas when I was still a baby and never came back to us, and my mother’s on-again-off-again...

Being the granddaughter of a famed, yet tormented writer is both a blessing and a curse. My grandmother and the other women in my line...

I’ve always heard people say that nothing good ever happens after midnight. For the longest time I found that to be true of my birth...

My parents—my father especially—were very liberal for the society in which we lived. A retired army officer, my father was well-educated...

When people look at me, they see a happy woman, slow to take and quick to give. What they don’t know is the harsh truth under this smile...

But things wouldn’t always be so perfect. The world is full of sick, twisted people, and not before long, I became the target...

My early life was not easy because my father was an alcoholic. He would spend more than half of his salary at the local bar drinking...

I couldn’t remember the last time dad wasn’t sick. Mom had never been consistently in my life due to her mental illness. Dad did a great...