Melody Thomas Scott, famed for her role on “The Young and the Restless,” unveils harrowing details of her past in her 2020 memoir, “Always Young and Restless Born into a Hollywood tapestry, her early life was marred by dark shadows. Enduring sexual abuse at the hands of her grandmother and neglect from a mother who … Read more
At the supermarket, I was juggling bags and my crying 7-year-old when a woman began filming me. As I walked out, she said, “People like you shouldn’t have kids.” I froze—until I saw my son trying to stop crying so I wouldn’t be embarrassed. I didn’t yell. I just pulled him into a hug in … Read more
I was only gone two hours. Enough time to run errands and finally pick up that birthday gift for my sister. The sitter, Kelsie, came highly recommended—a quiet college student, early childhood education major, CPR certified, the whole checklist. I figured it’d be a chill afternoon. But the second I stepped through the front door, … Read more
We didn’t have balloons. Or presents. Or even a lighter that worked properly. But we had cake. Sort of. Mama baked it in the old metal oven we keep outside, the one with the crooked door that never really shuts. She scraped together sugar and flour from the tins she hides behind the stove, and … Read more
It hurt so much, I was depressed and barely ate or went out for 2 months. One day, my doorbell rang. I opened the door and froze in shock. There was my MIL, holding a big black trash bag. Her eyes were puffy like she’d been crying for days. She pushed past me into the … Read more
That’s him.That smile. The little watch we gave him for his fifth birthday. The shirt with the goofy cartoon sharks he refused to take off for a week. He disappeared wearing that exact outfit. Three months. Gone. No ransom note, no sightings, no trail. Just an unlocked back gate and a hole in my sister’s … Read more
The young woman standing in that empty parking lot had no idea she was selling my stolen 1978 Harley Davidson. She wiped tears from her cheeks as she begged me to meet her price: $8,500. Her name was Sarah Mitchell, and she was twenty-eight years old. She held her sick four-year-old daughter’s hand, her voice … Read more
One rainy evening, on my way home, I saw her—an older woman, huddled under a streetlamp, drenched from head to toe. She looked frail, prematurely aged by hardship, but her eyes… Her eyes were clear. They reminded me of my mother who passed away a year ago. I don’t know what came over me, but … Read more
For thirty years, I believed I was adopted, abandoned by parents who couldn’t keep me. But a trip to the orphanage shattered everything I thought I knew. I was three years old the first time my dad told me I was adopted. We were sitting on the couch, and I had just finished building a … Read more
I never thought I’d see him again. Not after all these years. Not after he saved my life that night in the snowstorm and vanished without a trace. But there he was, sitting in the subway station with his hands outstretched for change. The man who once saved me was now the one who needed … Read more
