I blame Biden’s border crisis for my teen’s fentanyl death, and thank Trump for trying to end this scourge
I am a mother of four, but I’ll forever be haunted by the loss of my firstborn son, Weston. Weston was 15 when a fentanyl-laced pill poisoned him in 2022. My son wasn’t an addict; he was a vibrant, active teenager with a big heart. He attended church twice a week, played football and hockey,…

