When I was five years old, I read “The Foot Book” by Dr. Seuss to Mrs. Murphy’s kindergarten class. I sat on her very special stool, locking eyes with the teddy bears on the walls. I had more ...

My mother was always a ghost in my life. It was prison that most often kept her out of reach for me, both physically and emotionally. She was an addict, and the choices she made put me second, or ...