By: Tara Altay taraaltay.com “Gates up.” Greg’s baritone voice crackles through the walkie talkie. Like a reflex, I click open my silver...

“Have a drink before I kill you, you’re just a bitch”. Not the words that should come from someone who is supposed to love and support...

My mother always taught me that who I was associated with would have impact on how others perceived me. I decided early on I didn’t want...

She is someone’s daughter, sister and yes even some sweet child’s mother. The reality of a woman who has found herself trapped as a...