"I was born in December 1984 in a house on Hickory St. that was mostly maintained by my mother's mother. But when I was three, my grandmother died early Christmas morning of a massive heart attack… The house became harder and harder to keep up.
My mom was working anywhere and everywhere to somehow make ends meet. The house needed work. Work on an old house takes money, and we didn't have money. Eventually, the city came in, served several eviction notices, and ultimately condemned it and bulldozed it to the ground. Then the moves started…
All I really cared about when I was growing up [was] knowing that my mom was still alive and still by my side. I already didn't have a father and… all I could do was hope and pray that she was safe, because I knew she was trying to do the best for me that she could. And she always came back."