Many, many years ago, okay 18 years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful little boy. I was young, I was single, I was a statistic.
It was likely I wasn’t going to finish high school, graduate college or get a real job. It was likely that my son wasn’t going to have the best life. It was BULLSHIT, and I was determined to rise above it, for MY SON.
Let me start by saying that I owe A LOT to my own Mama for being there for me and for pushing me to do better, achieve more, reach higher.
