For a while, a young Robert Taylor lived with his father in an apartment in Northern California. That was before Keith Taylor had kicked his cocaine habit, before he spent time in and out of jail, before he discovered the work he adores, helping others overcome their addictions.
By the time Robert was 5, it wasn’t clear who was raising whom.
“Robert basically took care of me,” Keith Taylor recalled by phone this week. “Cooked for himself, fed himself, put his clothes on. He was doing laundry.”
Old soul.
That’s how Robert Taylor’s mother, Liz Julien, describes him.