Venice Beach

Mom dressed me up and took me to a Venice Beach motel to see my father for the first time. Or at least, it was the first time that I could remember.  I was four or five and over the moon with excitement.

My father was an alcoholic and drug addict. He was white and my mother was black.

This is my story.

#ImNotAlone

Twitter: @ImNotAlone2019

FB and Instagram: RevolutionImNotAlone

This entry was posted in Kristal Brent Zook and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *