By Joshua Boyles
I wish the memories of my childhood weren’t the flashbulb memories of trauma and abuse.  I was raised by a single mother. I know there were times of joy and laughter, but what I remember most is always being afraid of her wrath.  There was a presence of alcohol, sometimes and excess, and the daily smoking of marijuana.  You would think that with the amount of pot she consumed she would have been calmer, but she was not.