The little boy was stripped and examined, poked and prodded, questioned and coaxed – was he or was he not the missing Bobby Dunbar?
A midwife’s frank and fascinating memoir of London’s East End in the 1950s.
Monica’s Mexico wasn’t the sunny land south of the border, her Mexico was a small town in Maine dominated by a paper mill that paid the bills and poisoned the water. Her Mexico was a place of hardworking fathers, immigrants or sons of immigrants, who toiled in the mill while mothers kept house in “blocks” […]
What transformed this happy child who loved the adrenaline rush of gymnastics to a broken young woman?
It was every parent’s worst nightmare: a desperate phone call from a foreign country with the news that your beloved daughter has gone missing.
Yes, it was surreal to be smuggling Juicy Fruit gum to your incarcerated, deaf father.