“By this time, my relationship with my mother masked over my anguish of what I thought was a lack of a childhood. This turned into a drive to forget and to make excuses for my own actions. And so became the birth of my story, my evolution of my excuses…
“The sun wasn’t up yet and it was still very dark when I entered the freeway. The highway patrol said they had their lights on me for a while before I pulled off the freeway at my exit to go home.” Born and raised in northern California, Christina has made…
“When I got home, my friend walked me past my mother and the kids, and helped me to bed, where I stayed until the next morning. Then my day started all over again, with work and school. My condition was rectified per my census and was never discussed again.” Born…
“Her face, stern and as cold as the hallowed piggy bank she made for me when I was younger, showed no mercy in her conviction.” Born and raised in northern California, Christina has made it her life work to be of service through accountability in her communities. Christina understands people,…
