I remember how I used to wait for my mother to feel ready enough to take me back. But I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting...

I caught him lying about money, women—you name it—and we argued about almost everything. One day, I asked him a simple question only to be

| This is the 550th story of Our Life Logs® | Growing up, I would hear people say things about my mother. She was a crackhead. A...

Though the city was tinged with gang violence, I roamed the neighborhoods without fear; a free-spirited soul I was. After playing outside...