Miami was sleepy in the ‘50s—nothing like the bustling buildings and energy it has now. When my family moved across town...

To me, my father, my so-called “hero,” single-handedly ruined my life and my family, all over a personal dispute...

I know she loved me, deep down, but she loved drugs more. When I was little, she tried selling me for $1,000 to fund her addiction...

I fell on my face so many times I lost count, but the thing that made my life different was that I refused to stay down...