September 18, 2015.Reading time 6 minutes.
The pessimism and moodiness that developed from being the child of an addict had settled into me by my thirteenth year. The Binge now seemed to be a permanent feature of life for my family. I reconciled myself to the fact that one day my mom wasn’t going to return after weeks of indulging her […]
September 17, 2015.Reading time 9 minutes.
In the fall of 1992 I entered the Seventh grade. By that time nearly two years had passed since my mama relocated us to Seattle from San Diego. I’d come to terms with the fact that this wet, perpetually gray city was now my home. This was an improvement from 1990, when I was given […]