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Missing Pieces
Many people have what I call a ‘missing piece’ in their lives; holes in their past, as if something has been punched out. I understand what that is like. I was born and raised in Philadelphia ’s inner city feeling hopeless and unwanted. Both my mother and father were alcoholics. The police showed up regularly in response to domestic violence...
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In 1971, the troubles in Northern Ireland were increasingly becoming a danger to myself and to my children. We were in constant danger from bombs and bullets. This was nothing new. Every day, on the radio, we listened to a horror story of suffering. Our personal horror came one night when we were awakened by two gunmen. One stood at the end of...
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