At 15, I took a trip from Florida to Texas to visit a prison. This wasn’t my first dance with the system — I’d seen my uncle in the feds before — but this one cut deeper. This time, I was going to visit my mother. They locked my mother away for assault and battery of a “peace officer,” a charge that still makes me let out that sharp, hollow laugh, the kind that rises just to keep the tears…
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