The Hood

I grew up in the burbs of San Francisco. This neighborhood was mainly comprised of everything and everyone. All colors, all religions an array of personalities and vast cultural experiences for the taking. Mainly what it had was dysfunctional families, up one street down the next. Secrets, lies, and cover-ups were to be found in nearly every home.


The past carries for me a lot of shame as to who I was then, and who and what my parents were. I tried all my life to break these barriers presented me as a child, I like to think I have succeeded in this endeavor raising my children without prejudices and with lot's of love that I lacked as a child.

No matter what my past was, I have the sense to know now I was given everything in my life bad and good as tools to learn and grow. I can see clearly today everything I experienced was nothing other than the blessing of growth and wisdom.
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