In the 7 th grade I had an English Lit teacher, Mr. Rumsey, who took us to the library every month to pick out a book we would do a book report on. If you didn’t pick a book he’d pick one for yah. Well, one month I couldn’t pick a book and he picked out Lizzie Borden (you know, the lady who killed her parents) so the next month, I was terrified of library day cuz, I didn’t want to read about a killer again and once again, I couldn’t find a book so he gave me, “A Diary of Anne Frank.” It wasn’t just one killer I read about it was an army! I cried my eyes out. Anne was basically, around the same age as me when I read it. It was a book that changed me because that girl had her life taken from her in the most horrific event I had ever read about in my young life. She was talented and in an instant her life was gone, all because some man didn’t like her religion. I went to school in a small town where everyone look...
One momma's experiences in the City of Angels.