Keyimani L Alford / Keyimani L Alford
Librería Samer Atenea
Librería Aciertas (Toledo)
Kálamo Books
Librería Perelló (Valencia)
Librería Elías (Asturias)
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Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
WINNER, 2025 International Impact Book Awards (Family, LGBTQ+, Memoir)What if survival wasn’t the finish line, but the moment everything finally demanded you tell the truth?It began with a knock.A slow, steady knock, calm, intentional. The kind that did not just interrupt a quiet Saturday. It altered everything.In the back room of a dim apartment in Oakland, a boy sat alone on a dusty carpeted floor, tracing shapes with his fingers, pretending they were roads to somewhere better. A black-and-white TV flickered to no audience. The bed sat off-center, tired and wrinkled. No dresser. No posters. Just silence.Until that knock.Two voices filled the hallway. Then came another knock, closer, gentler, on his door. A woman entered like a quiet storm. And for the first time in what felt like forever, someone looked at him. Not past him. Not through him. At him.And that changed everything.But some changes come with a cost.In Oakland Hills, Milwaukee Rivers, Dr. Keyimani L. Alford opens the door to a life shaped by instability, silence, and the kind of responsibility a child should never have to carry. He takes readers into moments that rearrange you: standing in a funeral home for the last time, trying to say goodbye to a father you still needed... learning how to uplift the overlooked family member because nobody else would... and making decisions that quietly change the direction of your past.From East Oakland to Milwaukee, this is not just a story of what he lived through. It is the story of what he learned, what he lost, and what he had to face to become whole.Inside these pages, you will walk through unforgettable turning points:A soul-shaping fishing trip with Aunt Grace that clarifies love and legacyA moment of truth when coming out to his mother, followed by silence that lingersThe ache of losing community in a church that once felt like homeThe slow rebuilding of identity beyond survivalThe Hills represent what he tried to outrun:Addiction. Hunger. Abuse. A mother’s slow fade behind a closed door.The Rivers represent what carried him forward:Aunties who showed up. Friends who stayed. A boy who learned to find hope in the gaps.This book is for those who:Sat on the floor as children, wondering if anyone would comeGrew up learning to stay quiet so they would not get hurtCarry identities that never fit neatly in one boxAre still learning how to forgive, and still unsure if they canWant truth. Not polished. Not perfect. Honest.From the Author'I didn’t write this from the finish line. I’m still healing, still becoming. But I believe there’s purpose in that. I wrote this for the child in me and the version of you who still needs to hear: You are not too broken to be whole.'Oakland Hills, Milwaukee Rivers is not just a memoir. It is a mirror. A reckoning. A declaration.It is not about who Keyimani was. It is about who he is becoming.And it dares you to ask the same of yourself.
