De·lin·quent - from the latin root word meaning “to offend”
It was guitar class, freshman year of high school during my first week as a student. I was handcuffed outside of my classroom and read my Miranda rights by a campus security guard. I immediately went from class clown to “criminal” in the blink of an eye. That same campus police officer — the one that called me “laser boy” — thumbed through a criminal law book…
Home is where the heart is
Home is where the heart is, in the love. And we all know that those who love you the most are your family and friends — in that order in particular. But what if the family is too broken and bruised. What if they are generationally abused by the world, and not just by the world, but…
Coming Out of Foster Care and Using My Voice for the Vulnerable
I went into the foster care system when I was four years old. A few months later, I was reunited with my mom, but she struggled immensely with mental illness, which caused her to be abusive and neglectful. So, I went back into the foster care system at age twelve.
The Intermingling of Joy and Suffering
I lived with a single mother diagnosed with severe mental illness. When I went into the foster care system, I believed I’d find my forever family that would heal the hole in my heart. But hope was squashed when I aged out of the foster care system alone. I was taken in, as an adult, by a loving family, but I…