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I was born in Baltimore City in 1960. My mother was only 14 when she had me and I have never known my father. My grandparents raised me for most of my childhood. We rarely talked about my memories of living with my mom although those memories haunted me far into my adult life. The one saving grace in my life was going to school. It felt like the only place that I really excelled. I felt sub-standard, not quite fitting in among my peers, which like most children was the one place I wanted to desperately fit in. I graduated high school with honors at 16 with my life all planned out. I was going to be the next Sigmund Freud. I was determined to save the world. With what seemed like a blink of an eye, my world crumbled when my grandfather passed away from a long fight with lung cancer. The road got curvy after his death, community college, university, a complicated relationship, Army enlistment with tours in Germany and Belgium, marriage, loss of self, divorce, and then a major move to Florida where I now live. If someone had drawn my life’s map when I was 16, I would probably have hide under a rock somewhere and prayed it would all go away. Now, on the other side of it all, with only a bright, exciting future ahead, I am thankful for all the bumps in the road. For, they have made me who I am today