The Long Walk Home

The Long Walk Home

Stories
By Kenedi Dubose Life can be an ongoing cycle of bad events that never seems to end, but sometimes you can change them for the better if you try. Deanna is young girl who’s been trying to find her way home her whole life. When she was just a baby, Deanna's parents put her in foster care. During her childhood she went from family to family and all of them told her "You’re not my child, I'll send you back." Which they all did. So when Deanna turned 13, she decided to find her parents on her own. Because Deanna was only 13, she had no idea where to start looking, so she went to the police station. The first time Deanna went, she was taken back to her foster…
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A Son’s Journey to Mental Health (Part 2)

Health and Wellness, Life & Community, Stories
Part 1 of this article was published in the September/October issue and can also be found on our website: Thrivedetroit.org When we made our move to Southfield, it was deemed a great idea. We would be closer to family. William would be closer to cousins his own age and we would be in a predominately African-American community. Again, a situation that I thought would be great, but turned out to be worse than before. When William started high school, he was short and overweight with female breasts. From afar you couldn’t tell, but if you bumped him, his breasts would move. Once this was discovered, the taunting started once again and he would start his spiral into depression. The time he thought he was going to spend with his cousins…
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The Spirit of the Farolitos

Life & Community, Stories
I have to laugh as I pour the sand into the empty lunch bags. How can it be that from such simple supplies - lunch bags, sand and a small candle – have come my favorite holiday tradition? Once the right amount of sand is in each bag, I clear out a spot to seat the candle. It took a while to find the right candles. Ones that would burn long enough to last until the required midnight hour, yet not so big as to set the bags aflame and destroy the holiday effect of the flickering light in the brown paper. The first year we lived in Arizona, wanting to indulge in this old southwest holiday decoration, I positioned them atop the wall that surrounds our house. Their peaceful…
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Always

Life & Community, Stories
The morning moves quickly. One task to another, crossing off items until the last task:  the airport. The drive there seems quiet, even though cars, in their morning rush, whiz by us on the way to their destination. It has been several years since I have had to be in the rush of Denver traffic and I have forgotten how quickly the drivers move, weaving in and out of lanes to position themselves ahead of other cars. He’s quiet next to me. I know there will be “clean-up” items to handle as soon as he leaves. Similar to when his sister left, the reality of what didn’t get done will set in and favors will be asked of me. I don’t mind; in fact, to some degree, I like that…
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Was It My Fault?

Life & Community, Stories
  By: Kenedi Dubose, Student Have you ever felt guilty about something in your life? Chrissy Becker has. Chrissy is 16 years old. She loves being around people, texting, shopping, and working. She is just an average teen. But two years ago, one thing separated her from other teens: guilt was eating her alive.  When Chrissy was 14, she was riding in a car with her father. She saw a rabbit crossing the street and screamed for her dad to stop the car. Her father, Blake, stomped on the brakes and start swerving. Their car flipped over about three times before it stopped. Chrissy quickly climbed out of the car to help her father, but he was dead. Chrissy started screaming for help and scrambling for her phone and called…
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Coming Full Circle

Life & Community, Stories
It was a warm sunny day and I was just happy school was over. I always said this was my birthday present since school ended the week of my birthday or on my birthday. This year stuck out because Mama and Daddy were separated and things had been up and down emotionally for me. No child ever wants to see their parents separate--I know I didn’t. It was such an emotionally draining experience. Who was to blame? Mama? Daddy? Me? My brother? Who was going to stay with whom? And does this mean Granddaddy won’t be coming to pick us up? These were the questions running through my mind as I entered the next phase of my life, which I was no way prepared for. Within a couple of days…
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