As a young girl at 17 you’d think the least of my worries should have been about finding a secure place to live and more about my hair and what I should wear or the big zit that appeared on my face from out of nowhere, a critical state of mind wondering how much longer before it would disappear. That’s what teenagers do right…? It’s considered our right of passage. A time to live and explore freely, having the love and support of our mother and father, our family’s to secure us as we experience some of life’s fragile insecurities. Life is all about making choices but unfortunately I spent those years looking over my shoulders in fear, hoping the nightmare of abuse would come to an end, and I would finally be able to enjoy my life no longer locked in fear, after all hadn’t I gone through enough in the years before? In the months my mother left I will always remember this one day… I was 14 years old and thrown out on the streets of the west side of Chicago by my own sister no less, w...
From Lay-off to becoming a published Author. Some of the books I write and the stories I tell