May 2020

After a run on a cold rainy day-Angela T. Moore In the 10th grade, I went out for the high school track team. This was after a period of grieving that had left me feeling hopeless and alone. For years I had struggled with not having a relationship with my father. My mother had died from a massive stroke. I was separated from my brothers, and though it may seem silly to some, I was grieving over a dog that I had been forced to abandon. I was living in a home