What follows is a story from my childhood. The brief background: when my sister and I were six and eight years old, our mother kidnapped us (at our request) to protect us from our abusive father, who had won custody of us. We lived as fugitives for seven years. Five of those years were in…
When I was a kid living on the run with my mom and younger sister, we spent about a year living in Uruapan, in the Mexican state of Michoacán. Recently, memories of Uruapan have been flooding back as we polish up that section of our book, Seven Years Running. Our favorite place in Uruapan was…
Four different people have sent me the same link to a news story that broke this week about a girl who was kidnapped by her mother and found hiding in Mexico. It’s not uncommon for friends to let me know when a story like this comes up because it always reminds them of my own childhood…