It seems as though my mother was a criminal, and I am just now finding out. All this time, I thought she was a conscientious parent who was active in the PTA, fixed my school lunch, washed and ironed my clothes, and ensured I went to church. Little did I know.
When I was 10, we lived in College Park, south of Atlanta. Both my parents worked, which made me a latchkey child. At the time, I had no ide…