Life of Rileigh

I was born a bastard at a county hospital.

When most girls of sixteen were getting their driver licenses my mother was getting herself a baby.

As a child I spent a lot of time in an orphanage called the Margaret Lloyd Stansel's Children's Asylum. My mother preferred to call it a boarding school or summer camp depending upon the time of year I was visiting.

Most every child who lived there had a parent, a grandparent, an aunt, uncle, or some other family member – somewhere or other. Includin...