The Bank Robber and Me

Roy robbed banks… a lot of them.  He ran away from home at 13, ending up in a Chicago apartment building known to house prostitutes.  Roy said they “raised him” and thus his life of crime began.  

When we met I was a young, naive, blonde haired, blue eyed co-ed trying hard to work my way through graduate school.  Roy, on the other hand, had just finished serving a 20-year prison term and was trying hard to navigate life on the “outside”. 

Mom Pressure

Six thousand pairs of eyes stared at me as I ran to the front of the stage in a panic. If I had been speaking or singing I would’ve been fine, but to my horror it was my parenting skills that were being displayed for all to see.