True Story

           It was not very long ago, when something happened that changed my perspective on the meaning of life and death. Hearing someone tell me of the loss of someone special is the last thing I wanted to hear. On Friday, Sept. 1st it seemed like a normal day, nothing felt wrong or sad, but one sentence changed all of that.  Read More »

We moved back with Mrs. Frances and then my mother just signed away all her parental rights. Like she didn’t care that she was leaving us. Mrs. France was no better; there I was being physically, emotionally, and sexually abused. I was treated like I was nothing and I was starting to believe I was nothing. I lived with Mrs. Frances most of my childhood life and some of my teenage life.  Read More »

The heat pounded down over the vast expanse of the Masai Mara as the village people quietly mulled about. The elder men of the Masai tribe seemed to have their watchful gazes fixed on the entire community, while the women remained sheltered inside the circle of huts where a sickly sweet aroma arose from the cooking fires.  Read More »

Belinda knew the routine all too well. Growing up in the slums of Kenya where the alcohol consumption far outreached the partaking of food, Belinda immediately recognized the sneering gleam in her uncle’s eyes. Once again, the dark-skinned little girl would go to sleep with a growling tummy, a battered body, and worst of all a broken heart.  Read More »

Last week in my film class we watched an older movie called Birdman of Alcatraz. Like so many movies I've seen it started with based on a true story. If a movie is based on a true story does that automatically make it good?  Read More »