I can remember the day Ron went to jail so vividly!
We woke up that morning and got ready for the day, just like any other day. We showered, brushed our teeth, got dressed, ate breakfast, and even had a small disagreement about a wet towel on the floor. As far as the boys knew,…
Why can’t I be proud of my dad?
This was a question I found myself asking a lot growing up. When I was two years old my dad went to prison. I didn’t understand why he wasn’t home with me or why I couldn’t stay with him where he was. All I knew was my…