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I never knew my paternal grandfather, or what became of him. I don’t know if my grandmother was left a widow, or just left behind as Jefferson Friday moved on to a woman with more passion and zest. Whatever the reason, Mary was left with two young children to raise on her own in Sherman, Texas. Continue reading Backstory.2

Backstory

My mother was a heroin addict before I was born. She implored my grandmother for help and went cold turkey as my grandmother cared for her over a harrowing week. More than 20 years later, I sat at the Alhambra Cinema with my mom watching Diana Ross in “Lady Sings the Blues.” As Lady Day detoxed cold turkey in a jail cell, Mom shook and cried beside me. “It’s just like that,” she plaintively whispered in the dark. Continue reading Backstory