Black Raspberries

Plagued by religious friction, violent fights and a belief “the grass is always greener;” my peripatetic parents dragged their five children in search of the next great farm deal. From upstate New York to the Mississippi Delta, to the hills of Ohio and West Virginia, their dreams led us forward to disillusion and defeat. I was the middle child, unwanted from birth and overlooked while growing up. Though all five of us are deeply scarred, sometimes being the least-loved can be your salvation.