Jenni Alpert

I remember the police car ride, my short legs and large black shoes dangling down the backseat, and the station piled with papers on tan colored desks with the swinging door entrance quite well - the door that opened to…

STORY  
The journey of the adopted self; In a world where homelessness is more prevalent today than ever, one biological reunion tackles the impossible. Years after being taken away from her parents as a baby by the state and then…

THE CONTENTS

~ PART 1 ~ 

Home is Where the Heart Is, An Adoption Story 
Family Lines and Blood Ties 
 

PRELUDE  - THE OCTAGON IS ME
Everybody has a valuable story. I was never too focused on mine being much…

Everybody has a valuable story. I was never too focused on mine being much more valuable than anyone else’s; I never saw it as more than a unique experience to share, but I’ve always been comfortable and open with the…

I’ve been wanting, for as long as I can remember, to write a memoir penning the life and journey of a fostered adopted child grown into an independent self reliant (self proclaimed, the audacity) recording touring singer songwriter musician who…

Words and a safe space to speak to a child once without a voice is like honey to bees, but I am not the very beginning. Not at all. 

Don’s life proceeded the adventure of my biological great grandfather Hewitt…

"The first thing that happened was when I was about seven years old is I didn’t like how I felt and was on the search for anything that would improve the way I felt. By age five I found a…

All the way across town on the ‘finer’ side of life lived a young pretty woman with high desires to become an interior designer. Her name was Mary Lou. With fine art as her main medium she had an eye…

When I was a little girl just about five years old while seated in my new grandma’s kitchen, pencil and paper in hand by request finally adopted into what would become my forever home, my Grandma Horty watching me intently…

 
   
 “The sun had just set on a Friday night in early May and my older brother Jimmy, Ted and Sam Nafores, and I were hanging out on Garnsey street in Santa Ana in the outdoor patio of our  mother’s then…

The prison in my mind has guarded memories chaining my heart from the terrors that is truth for as long as I can remember, only it’s the likes of you that remind me. 

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Homelessness, The War 
Currently, LA's annual homeless count, released Friday, shows that 66,433 people now live on the streets, in shelters and in vehicles within the county. That's up 12.7% from 2019. Within LA city limits, the number of people…