“I went to bed, hoping our worries would go away with the night and the new light of the morning would bring my mom out of her slump and the stress out of her heart. School was my sanctuary. There was plenty of food at lunch, caring adults that had…
“Walking to the store for my mom was a common past-time of mine, starting as early as first grade. A note was written and change was handed over to me for cartons of cigarettes, stamps, milk, groceries, or whatever my little arms could carry.” Born and raised in northern California,…