Being on welfare fucking sucks. Paying for groceries with food stamps is the fucking worst. Eating government cheese – while it’s some of the yummiest you’ll ever have in a quesadilla – is still government cheese. But when you got mouths to feed—you gotta do what you gotta do. Being on public assistance was a … Continue reading Government Cheese
It’s the simple things that can really make a kids day and my day was made when I found out I’d scored a bunk bed. You’d have thought I hit the damn lottery. I so desperately wanted the top bunk and so did my older sister Melissa. As luck would have it our room came … Continue reading Bunkbeds
When I was about ten, give or take a few years, I watched my Dad get arrested. He wasn’t wearing any shoes. It was Easter Sunday morning. He was freshly showered, his thick black hair combed, his cologne barely masking the booze that came out of his pores from the night before. He was likely … Continue reading No Shoes
From the time I was a wee girl, being on TV was all I ever wanted. It’s cute when you’re a kid, but as you get older, people have no problem vomiting all over your dreams with their pessimism and their own issues of inadequacy and insecurities. For instance: Them: “What do you want to … Continue reading IMPOSTER
Releasing this new series of blogs about my life is making me feel super vulnerable and super insecure. But I think that when you feel most comfortable, that’s the time to push forward because that’s when change happens, right?