The broken prison system may only see my father “L” as a black criminal but as a child, I saw him as a provider. A King.
If sites like Match are no longer a thing and Tinder’s just nasty, am I left to hope and pray I meet the love of my life in the checkout at Publix?
I moved to a new city for a one-of-a-kind job opportunity. Signed a lease on an apartment with a stunning view. Bought a new car. Everything was going great. Continue Reading