My parents married really young and had a total of 12 kids. Sadly, eight died in infancy, leaving them only four to raise...

Addiction isn’t picky. Trust me. You can come from family dinners and a good education and still fall into dependence. I sure as hell did...

My mom gave birth to me in...Lagos State, Nigeria...but I should say, I come from a polygamous background. My dad had two wives...

Teaching, preaching, writing, and interacting with students of all ages gave me a sense of satisfaction, and I was happy...

Those early years were rough on my mother as she was battling demons in the early stages of her alcoholism and drug addiction...

Good, no one had robbed me of my pain pills. I pulled out my trusty relievers and tossed a handful back. I could be without a home...

I was born in 1982, grew up in and around Raleigh, North Carolina, and was raised by a mother who lived and breathed drugs...

I loved my mom, but I didn’t get much time with her because she had bad lungs. She already had asthma, but her job only worsened...

I, conversely, was born with a creative mind and a depressive disorder that manifested in some of the worst and weirdest ways. My talent...

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...