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Life in your hands you walked away. Fear and Faith your companions. Begging, pleading, reasoning left behind. I close my eyes and you're...

The day hope died. It was a few days after the 1st of the year that I noticed something. Normally around the first of the year as habit...

I love when people come up to me or contact me and tell me a story about my mom. How they interacted with her while she was homeless....

It was 1990, after years of struggles with fears, anxiety, and confusion my mom was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. For most of...

I met your mom today. Your grandma, your sister, your aunt, your daughter. Your friend. She told me about her troubles and how she lost...