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Forgave Dad for killing Mom.

I kept dreaming about visiting Dad in prison.

After twenty jail terms, now able to be with my kids.

Life was perfect. Then Mom died.

Prayed to Satan, God, Buddha—whoever.

A prostitute for years when I met my husband.

Survived grenade and bullet wounds, but not the nightmares.

Face to face with my combat enemy.

After addiction to crack, my family was restored.

Picked up by a stranger. Forever changed.

Got involved in drugs and lost custody of my son.

Followed my comedian dad toward death by drugs.

Mom was dying. I took her prescription pain pills.

Just wanted to end it all.

Parked each morning outside the liquor store.

Got high in the church bathroom, but now a missionary.

Chased by a narcotics agent. Caught by God.

He was 60. I was 14.

How could someone like me marry a virgin?

Shot up meth as a 16-year-old mother. Now I’m sober.

This woman loved me. Why does Mom hate me?

My head wound required surgery.

Forgave my stepfather who abused me.

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