This is essentially a riches-to-rags story, a chronicle of my life and frustrations with being educated, motivated, yet mostly unemployed in the United States. I learned a lot growing up wealthy; I learned much more from being poor.
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At the urging of a dear friend (you know who you are), I broke down and called my “second mother.” I can’t think of what else to call her, but she was my mother’s closest friend and I have known her since I was about three years old. She is the woman...
There was more knocking at my door. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Then there was knocking at my neighbor’s door. They did answer.
There was a lot of talking, and I didn’t hear it all. I hid in the darkness and crept to my door to listen. I spend most...
From PostSecret
I’ve spent most of the past few days working intensely on my NaNoWriMo “novel.” It is going to be much, much longer than the 50,000-word goal I set for myself. I initially planned to write a memoirs in the vein of this blog,...
Story of my life
I registered for NaNoWriMo for the first time. For the uninitiated, NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month, which occurs annually in November. The goal for participants is to write a 50,000-word novel in 30 days.
But I’m...
I'm so glad that they use a card now.
This week, most of my former classmates got their master’s diplomas in the mail. I got food stamps.
I have yet to receive my actual diploma, and I don’t know when or if I ever will. My last three terms, I had to...
