Bikers started showing up in the abandoned lot next to our women’s shelter six months ago, and my first instinct was to call the police.
I’m the director of the shelter. Protecting the women inside is my job. Every decision I make has one purpose:…
I’m the director of the shelter. Protecting the women inside is my job. Every decision I make has one purpose:…
My six-year-old son was inside at the kitchen table eating cereal, wearing his brand-new backpack and trying his hardest to…
For one split second, nobody understood what we were looking at. Then the whole auditorium went silent. My first thought…
The biker sat in family court and watched the judge award custody of his five-year-old grandson to the man who…
That sentence still makes me angry when I say it out loud. My husband is a biker. He is also…
I almost killed this little girl. She was crawling alone on the highway at midnight wearing nothing but a diaper…
The biker opened a letter from the Department of Corrections and immediately recognized the name. The teenager who killed his…
The police could not catch him. Security cameras could not catch him. Motion lights, neighborhood watch groups, warnings on Facebook—none…
Twelve of them. My eleven-year-old daughter Lily was sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal when the deep rumble of…
James “Knuckles” Patterson, a 65-year-old biker, stood outside his home while police searched his house for the third time. His…