They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

afraid of being found.

But because I could feel the story turning into something that no longer belonged to me.

So I made a decision.

A stubborn, Boston-born decision.

If they were going to tell my story—

Then I was going to take it back.

I didn’t go on camera.

I didn’t give an interview.

I didn’t want my face dissected by strangers who thought wrinkles were continue reading …