It seems as though my mother was a criminal and I am just now finding out about it. All this time, I thought she was a conscientious parent who fixed my school lunch, washed and ironed my clothes, made sure I went to church and was active in the PTA. Little did I know.

When I was 10, we lived in College Park, south of Atlanta. Both my parents worked, which made me a latchkey child, although I had no idea what that meant at the time since we didn’t own a latchkey. We didn’t need one. We never locked our doors. No one did.

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