#HomelessYouth
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When “Home” is a Disappearing Act There is a specific kind of silence that comes with a heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. It’s a suffocating, frozen silence that feels like the world has turned its back on you. At thirteen years old, I wasn’t waiting for the magic of the morning. I was a ghost Read more
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I know what it’s like to be a girl in the wilderness.Not the kind of wilderness you read about in novels, but the real, raw kind. The kind I entered at twelve years old, when I ran away from an abusive, drug-addicted mother. My world became the streets, a desperate fight for survival that lasted Read more
